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<pubDate>Sat, 08 Mar 2008 13:15:24 -0500</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Varnish Fumes]]></title>
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<pubDate>Sat, 08 Mar 2008 13:15:24 -0500</pubDate>
<dc:creator>JohnT</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[My wife is a perfectionist.  She is constantly spending an enormous amount of time making sure the little details are perfect.  So it did not surprise me when she went buck wild when we decided to have my parents over for dinner for the first time.She wanted to impresses them as anyone would.  After cleaning the hell out of the house she decided that she should refinish the wooden dining room table set.  This was the perfect excuse to do it since she had been wanting to get it done for a while now.I thought it wasn't necessary, but then again I think most of the extra things she does isn't necessary.  Anyway, the refinishing goes well and the house is ready for my parents.  My parents arrive that evening and we begin to eat our meal.The meal is great and everyone is joking around and having a great time.  When all the sudden my mom starts feeling light headed.  Before we knew it, she passes out onto the table.  She isn't looking too good so we decide we should take her to the hospital.The whole time my wife is flipping out thinking she gave my mom food poisoning.  Well she did do it, but it wasn't with the food.  Evidently my mom had an allergic reaction to the varnishing fumes.  I told my wife it wasn't her fault, but she was very distraught.  And she has never heard the end of how she tried to kill my mom.<br/><br/>6 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[A Purple Surprise]]></title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2008 20:42:59 -0500</pubDate>
<dc:creator>JohnT</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[After breaking off a longtime relationship with my girlfriend I went on a little rampage.  I starting bringing all kinds of girls home to my house that I would pick up in bars and clubs.One night I brought home this fiery redhead name Sara.  The acting quickly led back to my bedroom and we were really getting it on.  Suddenly, something starts to vibrate under the bed.  We were both like WTFSara reaches under the mattress and pulls out a huge purple vibrator.  The thing was freaky with all kinds of gizmos spinning and vibrating.  I realize that my ex must have forgotten it here when she moved out.I try to explain to Sara that I have no idea how it got there, but she wasn't having any of it.  She began cursing me out and calling me a queer and that she couldn't believe she almost slept with a homo.She then storms out of the house leaving me there speechless.  All I could do was laugh and take a cold shower.<br/><br/>3 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Getting Back at the Boss]]></title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2008 19:40:09 -0500</pubDate>
<dc:creator>JohnT</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[I worked for a guy one time who had a huge stick up his butt.  He was ultra conservative and was a straight arrow.  I was basically the opposite of him.  For example I liked to listen to alternative music and was passionate about environmental issues.His favorite game was to make fun of my alternative lifestyle and call me a hippie.  He ragged on me constantly the whole time I worked there.  Being my boss, my options of getting back at him were limited.One day I noticed that one of his ceiling panels were lose.  So the next morning I came in early and brought a portable CD player along with some extra long life batteries with me.  I placed in one of my Grateful Dead CD's into the player and set it on repeat.I then placed it on the ceiling panel and put the panel back in place.  The whole day my boss kept looking around and shouting, &quot;I hear music, where is it coming from&quot;  You could see the whole thing because he had one of those glass offices.Everyone could see his blood boiling and it only got worse as the day went on.  It got to the point where he started cussing and looking all over the place for the source of the music.  He never thought to look in the ceiling.  Poor guy.<br/><br/>5 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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