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	<title>Comments on: Story Time&#8211;Now With 75% Less Snot</title>
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	<description>Queen of F*cking Everything</description>
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		<title>By: Hubby Dearest</title>
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		<dc:creator>Hubby Dearest</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Jan 2008 19:11:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>No! I’ll never do it! Never!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>No! I’ll never do it! Never!</p>
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		<title>By: Lynne</title>
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		<dc:creator>Lynne</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Jan 2008 00:04:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Wow, sounds like you could use a day at work to rest!  Come to work tomorrow and I promise not to repeatedly call you stupid!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow, sounds like you could use a day at work to rest!  Come to work tomorrow and I promise not to repeatedly call you stupid!</p>
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		<title>By: Rachel</title>
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		<dc:creator>Rachel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Jan 2008 20:03:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My favorite library story with Faryn...there I was, minding my own business, standing and smiling at the circulation counter with all of our books and dvds, when I turn around to see my daughter &quot;picking flowers&quot; out of the artfully displayed plants.  When I gasped and went to grab her, my purse fell onto the floor--with all of it&#039;s ridiculous contents dispersing into 1 MILLION pieces around the computer desks and the students working there.  Ahem, now 25 pairs of eyes are on me as my removal of Faryn has now incited her to scream at the top of her lungs in the 2 story tall open foyer of the library, &quot;NO MOMMY! NO MOMMY! AAAAGH!&quot; slapping and scratching my face (drawing blood) as she tried to run out of the front door. I grabbed her by her overalls (literally carrying her by the straps) as she writhed like a fish out of water--still screaming--and tried not to beat her in front of everyone.  By this time everyone in THE LIBRARY is looking at me...including the security guards.  I rush to gather my purse, while still holding the banshee, and then she realizes that her movie is NOT coming home with her.  OH MY GOD--I know what a demon looks like.  We went directly outside and I had to restrain her in order for her to calm down (like when I was a teacher at the freakshow school--at least I was professionally trained to do such a task).  Once she was calm, I told her that she had to apologize immediately to EVERYONE or she was NEVER allowed to go to the library again. So, there is a happy ending.  She did, and we got to go back.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My favorite library story with Faryn&#8230;there I was, minding my own business, standing and smiling at the circulation counter with all of our books and dvds, when I turn around to see my daughter &#8220;picking flowers&#8221; out of the artfully displayed plants.  When I gasped and went to grab her, my purse fell onto the floor&#8211;with all of it&#8217;s ridiculous contents dispersing into 1 MILLION pieces around the computer desks and the students working there.  Ahem, now 25 pairs of eyes are on me as my removal of Faryn has now incited her to scream at the top of her lungs in the 2 story tall open foyer of the library, &#8220;NO MOMMY! NO MOMMY! AAAAGH!&#8221; slapping and scratching my face (drawing blood) as she tried to run out of the front door. I grabbed her by her overalls (literally carrying her by the straps) as she writhed like a fish out of water&#8211;still screaming&#8211;and tried not to beat her in front of everyone.  By this time everyone in THE LIBRARY is looking at me&#8230;including the security guards.  I rush to gather my purse, while still holding the banshee, and then she realizes that her movie is NOT coming home with her.  OH MY GOD&#8211;I know what a demon looks like.  We went directly outside and I had to restrain her in order for her to calm down (like when I was a teacher at the freakshow school&#8211;at least I was professionally trained to do such a task).  Once she was calm, I told her that she had to apologize immediately to EVERYONE or she was NEVER allowed to go to the library again. So, there is a happy ending.  She did, and we got to go back.</p>
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