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	<title>Google Stalking &#187; Jailbird</title>
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		<title>Grossest Thing Ever</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 19:04:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My boss at Sizzler would always say these things like, &#8220;Hey, L&#8212;, what are you doing after work? You wanna see a movie or something. I know this place that has the best sundaes. Do you like sundaes? Chocolate covered rice krisipies? I like those.&#8221; Or some creepy stuff. I don&#8217;t even know. It just [...]]]></description>
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