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	<title>Comments on: How did I get here?</title>
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	<description>From a mind that only One can understand</description>
	<pubDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2009 20:39:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: mithithl</title>
		<link>http://stevish.com/archives/22/comment-page-1#comment-29</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Mar 2005 17:42:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>to sand or not to sand, that is the question.  all of your story reminds me of my own story.  here goes.  i was helping my friend one summer, as a one-time deal, in his flooring business.  we got up early, yada yada, we had just finished laying the carpet and put down some tacks to hold it in place.  my friend kevin taps his upper shirt pocket and says "aw man, where are my cigarettes?" and heads out to his truck to locate the nicotine fix he's craving.  just then, i notice a small lump near the doorway, under the just laid, just tacked down carpet.  i didnt want to be 'in trouble' so i took the hammer and smashed down what i assumed were some mislaid marlboros, getting it jusssst about all smoothed out.  you could barely tell there was anything there....  then the lady who we did the carpet for came in and was all panicky.  "you havent seen my gerbil, have you??"  yep, never laid carpet again.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>to sand or not to sand, that is the question.  all of your story reminds me of my own story.  here goes.  i was helping my friend one summer, as a one-time deal, in his flooring business.  we got up early, yada yada, we had just finished laying the carpet and put down some tacks to hold it in place.  my friend kevin taps his upper shirt pocket and says &#8220;aw man, where are my cigarettes?&#8221; and heads out to his truck to locate the nicotine fix he&#8217;s craving.  just then, i notice a small lump near the doorway, under the just laid, just tacked down carpet.  i didnt want to be &#8216;in trouble&#8217; so i took the hammer and smashed down what i assumed were some mislaid marlboros, getting it jusssst about all smoothed out.  you could barely tell there was anything there&#8230;.  then the lady who we did the carpet for came in and was all panicky.  &#8220;you havent seen my gerbil, have you??&#8221;  yep, never laid carpet again.</p>
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		<title>By: Justicca</title>
		<link>http://stevish.com/archives/22/comment-page-1#comment-28</link>
		<dc:creator>Justicca</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Mar 2005 20:35:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh MY!..Have some troubles are ya? Well be careful when terrorizing the carpet in the end. With you're luck, it will end up being some kind of horror film, attatching itself to your car as you wish to leave, and decide you give your room a makover. Revenge is sweet, and since it's a carpet, it won't think it's so funny anymore..Dun Dun Dunnnn..</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh MY!..Have some troubles are ya? Well be careful when terrorizing the carpet in the end. With you&#8217;re luck, it will end up being some kind of horror film, attatching itself to your car as you wish to leave, and decide you give your room a makover. Revenge is sweet, and since it&#8217;s a carpet, it won&#8217;t think it&#8217;s so funny anymore..Dun Dun Dunnnn..</p>
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