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		<title>Pick-ups</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Oct 2009 13:43:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The first guy tried to pick up these three girls at a bar by flexing his muscles. They politely declined. The second guy tried singing. They booed him away. The third guy simply said, &#8220;You girls raise the bar.&#8221; And they left with him. Girls just want to have pun.]]></description>
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<p>The second guy tried singing. They booed him away.</p>
<p>The third guy simply said, &#8220;You girls raise the bar.&#8221; And they left with him.</p>
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		<title>Infestation</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[He had had it with this infestation. The weevils had completely decimated his crops. Shaking his fist at his desolate fields, he vowed revenge. The following year, a friend told him, &#8220;Just use poisoned honey to trace a path to a trap.&#8221; &#8220;Why?&#8221; &#8220;Honey is the route of all weevils.&#8221;]]></description>
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<p>&#8220;Why?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Honey is the route of all weevils.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>Gun Shopping</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 15:18:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Check out the sight,&#8221; said the salesman. Actually, the automated sight somehow always zeroed-in on the target&#8217;s buttocks. &#8220;Usually makes for a good target. Just wait until the meter reaches twenty, then fire.&#8221; I&#8217;d forgotten about that, when I fired it without a target. I guess hindsight really is twenty-twenty.]]></description>
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