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			<pubDate>Sun, 15 Feb 2009 18:57:19 GMT</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>Cherish Me</dc:creator>
			<description><![CDATA[<p>lol so funny sounds exactly like what some wise kid would say and do.</p>]]></description>
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			<title>Original Blog Entry: Colorful Language</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 15 Feb 2009 02:08:41 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[<p>One day, a mother and her two boys, Timmy and Tommy, were riding in their car on the way to church. Timmy leaned over, smacked Tommy across the head, and Tommy yelled out: Ouch you f*cking wanker!<br /><br />Later that day in church, the mom went to talk to the priest. She said: Father, my boys just won&#x27;t stop swearing and I don&#x27;t know what to do.<br /><br />Well, have you tried smacking them? the priest asked.<br /><br />No, she replied. Doesn&#x27;t the church look down on that?<br /><br />Well, the priest said, yes, but in some cases we&#x27;ll make an exception.<br /><br />The next day, the two boys came down for breakfast and she asked Tommy what he wanted to eat.<br /><br />Tommy said: Gimme some f*cking waffles.<br /><br />The mother backhanded Tommy so hard that he flew out of his chair and landed against the door.<br /><br />Shocked and terrified by this, Timmy became very quiet. His mother asked him what he wants for breakfast, and he replied,<br /><br />Well you can bet your sweet ass I don&#x27;t want no f*cking waffles!<br /><br />... &#x5b;&#xa0;<a href="/blogentry/27516">More</a>&#xa0;&#x5d;</p>]]></description>
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