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	<title>Comments on: The Worst Thing That Can Happen at Another House</title>
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		<title>By: C</title>
		<link>http://pointlessbanter.net/2007/08/17/the-worst-thing-that-can-happen-at-another-house/comment-page-1/#comment-33600</link>
		<dc:creator>C</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Feb 2009 15:30:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>One morning my old roommate found my other old roommate passed out on her knees in the living room floor in front of her boyfriend... who was passed out on the couch pantsless.
It&#039;s not exactly the topic of the blog, but thought I&#039;d contribute anyway.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One morning my old roommate found my other old roommate passed out on her knees in the living room floor in front of her boyfriend&#8230; who was passed out on the couch pantsless.<br />
It&#8217;s not exactly the topic of the blog, but thought I&#8217;d contribute anyway.</p>
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		<title>By: <![CDATA[Chris]]></title>
		<link>http://pointlessbanter.net/2007/08/17/the-worst-thing-that-can-happen-at-another-house/comment-page-1/#comment-11528</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Chris]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Aug 2007 15:17:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The first was a few years back when me and a few mates got caught trying one of their mums clothes on, the fact we were all passed out on the front lawn at the time was the worst part.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The first was a few years back when me and a few mates got caught trying one of their mums clothes on, the fact we were all passed out on the front lawn at the time was the worst part.</p>
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		<title>By: <![CDATA[Vishnu]]></title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Vishnu]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Aug 2007 15:10:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Was laughing all the way to the end of that post. Good one. :)

And fortunately for me, I haven&#039;t had any such foot-in-my-mouth moments. Yet.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Was laughing all the way to the end of that post. Good one. <img src='http://pointlessbanter.net/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>And fortunately for me, I haven&#8217;t had any such foot-in-my-mouth moments. Yet.</p>
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		<title>By: <![CDATA[HarveyWalbanger]]></title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[HarveyWalbanger]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Aug 2007 14:43:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;ve clogged the crapper...it was a girl I had JUST started seeing.  She lived in another state, it was my first trip there, and I totally clogged the shitter.

She didn&#039;t own a plunger.  She lived in a small town.  We had to go to three different stores before we found one that wasn&#039;t &quot;sold out&quot; of plungers.  Everyone in the town knew her...and it was hella embarrassing.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve clogged the crapper&#8230;it was a girl I had JUST started seeing.  She lived in another state, it was my first trip there, and I totally clogged the shitter.</p>
<p>She didn&#8217;t own a plunger.  She lived in a small town.  We had to go to three different stores before we found one that wasn&#8217;t &#8220;sold out&#8221; of plungers.  Everyone in the town knew her&#8230;and it was hella embarrassing.</p>
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		<title>By: <![CDATA[Ferdinand the Bull]]></title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ferdinand the Bull]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Aug 2007 10:04:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>One time...and I&#039;m 99 percent sure it was me....someone broke an heirloom Elvis-style acoustic guitar at a party I was at...

Everyone was so drunk, no one remembered me stepping on it, leaving that giant gash down the side of it, ruining it forever.

I was eventually &quot;accused&quot; only to DENY, DENY, DENY, until the accusations ceased and everyone got drunk again.

Ah, college.

Wait, this happened about a month ago.

Ah, ....after college....need to find a real job......ish...

I&#039;m rambling

Good blog.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One time&#8230;and I&#8217;m 99 percent sure it was me&#8230;.someone broke an heirloom Elvis-style acoustic guitar at a party I was at&#8230;</p>
<p>Everyone was so drunk, no one remembered me stepping on it, leaving that giant gash down the side of it, ruining it forever.</p>
<p>I was eventually &#8220;accused&#8221; only to DENY, DENY, DENY, until the accusations ceased and everyone got drunk again.</p>
<p>Ah, college.</p>
<p>Wait, this happened about a month ago.</p>
<p>Ah, &#8230;.after college&#8230;.need to find a real job&#8230;&#8230;ish&#8230;</p>
<p>I&#8217;m rambling</p>
<p>Good blog.</p>
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		<title>By: <![CDATA[adam]]></title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[adam]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Aug 2007 00:49:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>In college I spent the night at a friendâ€™s house and managed a rather remarkable morning boner while still asleep.  I had slept on the couch and kicked off the sheet during the night.  I woke when friendâ€™s mom tripped out of the living room screaming.  It was not a coo coo kachoo, hello Mrs. Robinson moment either.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In college I spent the night at a friendâ€™s house and managed a rather remarkable morning boner while still asleep.  I had slept on the couch and kicked off the sheet during the night.  I woke when friendâ€™s mom tripped out of the living room screaming.  It was not a coo coo kachoo, hello Mrs. Robinson moment either.</p>
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		<title>By: <![CDATA[ET]]></title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[ET]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Aug 2007 22:56:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I think the chair in bathroom is really wickedly embarassing. Not as bad as getting pissed drunk coz these days we see all over the streets. But that wheelchair remark is sure to last a lifetime.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I think the chair in bathroom is really wickedly embarassing. Not as bad as getting pissed drunk coz these days we see all over the streets. But that wheelchair remark is sure to last a lifetime.</p>
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		<title>By: <![CDATA[Katie]]></title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Katie]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Aug 2007 21:49:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I was staying at my step-grandmother&#039;s house, because my grandfather was dying very slowly, and the entire rest of the family was there also to support my step-grandmother. Well one night I got up to use the prehistoric bathroom, and not only did it clog, but it overflowed all over the carpetted bathroom (think Along Came Polly). There was no plunger, and I made so much noise I was surprised I didn&#039;t wake the dead (no pun intended). I eventually cleaned it all up with numerous towels and a secret late night load of laundry, but hopefully no one will ever know what happened. Unless mold starts growing up the wall.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was staying at my step-grandmother&#8217;s house, because my grandfather was dying very slowly, and the entire rest of the family was there also to support my step-grandmother. Well one night I got up to use the prehistoric bathroom, and not only did it clog, but it overflowed all over the carpetted bathroom (think Along Came Polly). There was no plunger, and I made so much noise I was surprised I didn&#8217;t wake the dead (no pun intended). I eventually cleaned it all up with numerous towels and a secret late night load of laundry, but hopefully no one will ever know what happened. Unless mold starts growing up the wall.</p>
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		<title>By: <![CDATA[Kyle]]></title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Kyle]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Aug 2007 19:38:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The very BEST (or worst) has got to be on Trainspotting when the dude wakes up to find he&#039;s shit himself...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The very BEST (or worst) has got to be on Trainspotting when the dude wakes up to find he&#8217;s shit himself&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: <![CDATA[Poke]]></title>
		<link>http://pointlessbanter.net/2007/08/17/the-worst-thing-that-can-happen-at-another-house/comment-page-1/#comment-11520</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Poke]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Aug 2007 18:07:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Once, I showed up at a friend&#039;s house, unanounced.  The following is the conversation I had with his mom at the door: 

&lt;em&gt;Poke: Hello, Mrs. Falsename. Is Notrealname here?

Mrs. Falsename: Actually...(shifts nervously)...maybe you should come inside.

Poke:  You&#039;re acting like he&#039;s dead.

Mrs. Falsename: He was in an accident.

Poke:  Oh, well.  I&#039;m so sorry.  Look, I just came to pick up my car.  I don&#039;t want to burden you.

Mrs. Falsename:  About your car...

Poke:  You&#039;re shittin&#039; me!&lt;/em&gt;

It does not get more awkward than that -- imagine having to explain that your dipshit son totalled a friend&#039;s car.

Poke</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Once, I showed up at a friend&#8217;s house, unanounced.  The following is the conversation I had with his mom at the door: </p>
<p><em>Poke: Hello, Mrs. Falsename. Is Notrealname here?</p>
<p>Mrs. Falsename: Actually&#8230;(shifts nervously)&#8230;maybe you should come inside.</p>
<p>Poke:  You&#8217;re acting like he&#8217;s dead.</p>
<p>Mrs. Falsename: He was in an accident.</p>
<p>Poke:  Oh, well.  I&#8217;m so sorry.  Look, I just came to pick up my car.  I don&#8217;t want to burden you.</p>
<p>Mrs. Falsename:  About your car&#8230;</p>
<p>Poke:  You&#8217;re shittin&#8217; me!</em></p>
<p>It does not get more awkward than that &#8212; imagine having to explain that your dipshit son totalled a friend&#8217;s car.</p>
<p>Poke</p>
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