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	<title>Comments on: My least favorite day</title>
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	<description>Still looking for my shuttlecock...</description>
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		<title>By: Gabe Smith</title>
		<link>http://www.karyhead.com/2006/07/13/my-least-favorite-day/#comment-472</link>
		<dc:creator>Gabe Smith</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Jul 2006 18:51:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The yuletide is bad for me too. This past year was the capper, though. I was broke, breaking up with my girlfriend (seriously, we actually finally broke on Christmas morning!), and my Christmas Eve meal was a cold burrito and potato log from a truck stop. Santa left a steaming pile of feces in my stocking, and I haven't reconciled my feelings for the fat bastard yet.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The yuletide is bad for me too. This past year was the capper, though. I was broke, breaking up with my girlfriend (seriously, we actually finally broke on Christmas morning!), and my Christmas Eve meal was a cold burrito and potato log from a truck stop. Santa left a steaming pile of feces in my stocking, and I haven&#8217;t reconciled my feelings for the fat bastard yet.</p>
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		<title>By: Krista Vowell</title>
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		<dc:creator>Krista Vowell</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Jul 2006 14:21:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>So, you've been shot with a bb by your brother, he completely wrecked your nasal cavity and forced you to have post traumatic stress disorder because of the tree stand climb. And I thought I was tough on MY little sister!!! Well, I was...but that's another tale!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So, you&#8217;ve been shot with a bb by your brother, he completely wrecked your nasal cavity and forced you to have post traumatic stress disorder because of the tree stand climb. And I thought I was tough on MY little sister!!! Well, I was&#8230;but that&#8217;s another tale!</p>
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		<title>By: Comans</title>
		<link>http://www.karyhead.com/2006/07/13/my-least-favorite-day/#comment-470</link>
		<dc:creator>Comans</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Jul 2006 13:38:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My sisters and I used to always eat at least one Christmas eve meal at the gathering of my dad's family, which is mostly comprised of criminals- druggies, people who have been to prison, and people who have been burning down their houses for insurance money for the past 3 decades because they were trained by the military to be able to do it and leave no trace.  None of them have internet though, don't worry.  And if they do and are reading this I'm referring to the others, of course.

Anyway one year my dad, sister, a bunch of others and I got food poisoning from a bad batch of dressing.  Bleck.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My sisters and I used to always eat at least one Christmas eve meal at the gathering of my dad&#8217;s family, which is mostly comprised of criminals- druggies, people who have been to prison, and people who have been burning down their houses for insurance money for the past 3 decades because they were trained by the military to be able to do it and leave no trace.  None of them have internet though, don&#8217;t worry.  And if they do and are reading this I&#8217;m referring to the others, of course.</p>
<p>Anyway one year my dad, sister, a bunch of others and I got food poisoning from a bad batch of dressing.  Bleck.</p>
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		<title>By: Juliana "the biologist"</title>
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		<dc:creator>Juliana "the biologist"</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Jul 2006 13:23:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>By the way. Those look like Grizzly Bears. You need to put a photo of black bears (since they are in Mississippi). They can still maul you, though (see news about recent attacks in the Smokies).</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>By the way. Those look like Grizzly Bears. You need to put a photo of black bears (since they are in Mississippi). They can still maul you, though (see news about recent attacks in the Smokies).</p>
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		<title>By: Juliana</title>
		<link>http://www.karyhead.com/2006/07/13/my-least-favorite-day/#comment-467</link>
		<dc:creator>Juliana</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Jul 2006 13:20:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I broke my arm on Christmas Eve. 
My older brother started a "Santa watching club" that involved most of the siblings up in a high tree. To be a true member, we had to swing off a branch and dismount like a gymnist from the parallel bars. Needless to say, I screwed the landing and cracked my arm with my head.
The best part was having it reset without any pain killers. The doctor said that if i was given anything, I would have to stay overnight in the hospital for observation (since I was like 7). I took the pain like a man. My dad practically fainted. Santa signed my cast while I was asleep. The end.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I broke my arm on Christmas Eve.<br />
My older brother started a &#8220;Santa watching club&#8221; that involved most of the siblings up in a high tree. To be a true member, we had to swing off a branch and dismount like a gymnist from the parallel bars. Needless to say, I screwed the landing and cracked my arm with my head.<br />
The best part was having it reset without any pain killers. The doctor said that if i was given anything, I would have to stay overnight in the hospital for observation (since I was like 7). I took the pain like a man. My dad practically fainted. Santa signed my cast while I was asleep. The end.</p>
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