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    <title>appleshampoo8's Journals on Buzznet</title>
    <description><![CDATA[I like to party.]]></description>
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	      <title><![CDATA[So Wrong, Its Right]]></title>
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	      <description><![CDATA[<P>So back in the summer of '06 when I was a bit younger and a bit less ripe in the ways of the weiner my family went out of town and I had the house to myself for a day.&nbsp; So I decided that it was time for me to call up this good looking girl that I'd been talking to and invite her over in hopes that we could, uh, eat ice cream.&nbsp; So I drove to her house and picked her up, telling her that her eyes looked good on Mondays, hoping that would make the situation lean in my favor.&nbsp; Turns out that it did because almost the moment we got into my house, we were on the couch and the buttons on my pants seemed to have loosened themselves like some crazy Narnia shit.&nbsp; So a bit of time passed and she decided to get off my face and ask me what my bed looked like.&nbsp; Needless to say we were in my room in seconds, pants stolen by gremlins, and not a care in the world.&nbsp; We dicked around for a bit and then I guess she decided that my lips had moved down my body all the way to my penis.&nbsp; She started doing that thing while I stared at the ceiling praying to beat my personal record.&nbsp; She looked up and said, "tell me when youre almost done, I don't really like the taste."&nbsp; So the record was surpassed and we were getting close to blast off so I said, "hey, are you ready?"&nbsp; Sure, it might have been mumbled because I was biting my lip, but Im pretty sure she heard it.&nbsp; For some reason though, she just kept going.&nbsp; It was getting to the point where if I didnt let it go we were gonna have an even bigger mess on our hands, so I tapped her on the shoulder giving her a "Hey!" </P>
<P>She picked her head up and POP!&nbsp; All over her grill.&nbsp; Now, a normal person would probably feel bad, grab her a towel, help her clean off... yeah, I think I'm a douchebag because I starting laughing uncontrollably.&nbsp; She reached up, finding some in her hair and I could tell she was about to cry, but I kept laughing.&nbsp; I got up and being the chivalrous guy I am, gave her the towel I had used that morning to shower.&nbsp; She cleaned off and I took her home.&nbsp; </P>
<P>That night I was thinking about it and realized how wrong it was... but it felt so right. </P>]]></description>
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	      <dc:date>2007-11-06T06:23:38Z</dc:date>
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