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		<title>What was that? Did you say you were SORRY?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I was at Costco today, stacking $511.29 (actual figure) worth of crap onto the conveyer belt when my husband, who was kind enough to endure the excursion with me and also load and unload the haul several times—from shelf to cart to belt to truck to house—stepped on my foot. I’ll say here that I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Well tramp-stamp my ass and call me Sally.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Being tan never came easy for me. Oh, no. I had to work at it, people. And work at it I did. My childhood winters were wiled away on unlimited-months-at-a-time sessions at Sunsations Tanning; summers were spent slathering my pasty-ass skin with iodine-laced baby oil and &#8220;laying out&#8221; on metallic mattresses. Never mind the fact [...]]]></description>
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		<title>the birds and the bees and OMFG</title>
		<description><![CDATA[“I asked dad how you make a baby, but he said you’d be mad at him if he told me,” my nine year old announced matter-of-factly the other night. I honestly didn’t even know where to start with that one. (But for the record, I’d have given him three blowjobs in a row to take [...]]]></description>
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