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  <title>Welcome to the gun show</title>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jul 2006 19:48:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My mom sent me this in an e-mail...</title>
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  <description>NAIL IN THE  FENCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make  sure you read all the way down to the&lt;br /&gt;last sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There  once was a little boy who had a bad&lt;br /&gt;temper.  His Father gave him a bag of nails&lt;br /&gt;and  told him that every time he lost his&lt;br /&gt;temper,  he must hammer a nail into the back&lt;br /&gt;of  the fence.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The first day the boy had&lt;br /&gt;driven 37 nails into the fence.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his&lt;br /&gt;anger,  the number of nails hammered daily&lt;br /&gt;gradually dwindled down.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to&lt;br /&gt;drive those nails into the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the day came when the boy didn&apos;t&lt;br /&gt;lose his temper at all.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He told his father about it and the&lt;br /&gt;father suggested that the&lt;br /&gt;boy now pull out one nail for each day that&lt;br /&gt;he  was able to hold his temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  days passed and the young boy was finally&lt;br /&gt;able to tell his father that all the nails&lt;br /&gt;were gone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The father took his son by the&lt;br /&gt;hand  and led him to the fence.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He said, &quot;You&lt;br /&gt;have done well, my son, but look at the&lt;br /&gt;holes in the fence. The fence will never be&lt;br /&gt;the same. When you say things in anger,&lt;br /&gt;they leave a scar just like this one. You&lt;br /&gt;can  put a knife in a man and draw it out.&lt;br /&gt;It won&apos;t matter how many times you say I&apos;m&lt;br /&gt;sorry, the wound is still there.  A verbal&lt;br /&gt;wound is as bad as a physical one.&lt;br /&gt;Friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They&lt;br /&gt;make you smile and encourage you to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;They lend an ear, they share words of praise&lt;br /&gt;and they always want to open their hearts to us.&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 24 May 2006 02:12:08 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Post something anonymous.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 13 May 2006 15:57:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>HOE</title>
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  <description>sup foo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so imma post some pictures from yestermuday sooooon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they&apos;re so great lyke you can&apos;t even believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyke omgzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love velcro shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cyclopss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love paper.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 30 Mar 2006 04:27:23 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>have you ever tried to fill out one of those surveys that are like.... about that person??? have you ever tried to fill one of those out for yourself!?!?!?!?! well i haven&apos;t but i was wondering if anyone has. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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  <pubDate>Sun, 19 Mar 2006 23:45:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>update biotch.</title>
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  <description>this is my thinking face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v229/purpleskoolbus07/fagggggg022.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2006 03:08:22 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i&apos;m really not in the mood to read right now.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 30 Jan 2006 00:02:21 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i want anybody and everybody who comes across this to leave me an annoymous comment. it can be anything you want; a story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love - ANYTHING! just post anonymously and honestly.</description>
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