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	<title>Comments on: Appreciating the sting even when it is directed at you and it kind of hurts but is totally overwhelmed by the absolute awesomeness of the burn.</title>
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	<description>It is way better to be me than to be someone who has to deal with me.</description>
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		<title>By: Temerity Jane &#187; Blog Archive &#187; December 9th, office stare-down</title>
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		<dc:creator>Temerity Jane &#187; Blog Archive &#187; December 9th, office stare-down</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 23:37:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Savvy</title>
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		<dc:creator>Savvy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 02:45:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>A few years ago I was on my way home from my grandmother&#039;s birthday party, and stopped in a gas station for a pack of soda.

The cashier happened to be someone who I&#039;d known in high school, who&#039;d hated me then and still does, I imagine.

He was doing his best to be generally annoying and before I left, he looked at the way I was dressed, which was rather nicely, and asked, &quot;Where are YOU going?&quot;

I answered him with, &quot;College.&quot;

It may have been a little harsh, but since I&#039;ve met him the man has been horrible, and I couldn&#039;t help myself.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A few years ago I was on my way home from my grandmother&#8217;s birthday party, and stopped in a gas station for a pack of soda.</p>
<p>The cashier happened to be someone who I&#8217;d known in high school, who&#8217;d hated me then and still does, I imagine.</p>
<p>He was doing his best to be generally annoying and before I left, he looked at the way I was dressed, which was rather nicely, and asked, &#8220;Where are YOU going?&#8221;</p>
<p>I answered him with, &#8220;College.&#8221;</p>
<p>It may have been a little harsh, but since I&#8217;ve met him the man has been horrible, and I couldn&#8217;t help myself.</p>
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		<title>By: GHOSTKID</title>
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		<dc:creator>GHOSTKID</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 20:32:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Two things need to be known to appreciate my story...

My wife and I tease each other relentlessly, to the point where other people think we may not like one another.

When I get her a gift I totally nail it every time. I have been very lucky.

Our 15th Anniversary was coming up and my wife and I were at a Bar-B-Q with friends. My wife was bragging about how I always get her the perfect gift. It&#039;s always something she can use, even if she hasn&#039;t dropped any hints.

One of her girl friends, knowing our Anniversary was fast approaching, asked me what I have got my wife for this special occasion. &quot;What custom-picked thing did you get her? What are you going to give her that she can use this year?&quot;

I sipped my beer and responded, &quot;A coffin.&quot;

Everyone except my wife laughed. She slugged me in the arm.

Later that evening I heard her on the phone with her mother. They both laughed to the point of tears.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Two things need to be known to appreciate my story&#8230;</p>
<p>My wife and I tease each other relentlessly, to the point where other people think we may not like one another.</p>
<p>When I get her a gift I totally nail it every time. I have been very lucky.</p>
<p>Our 15th Anniversary was coming up and my wife and I were at a Bar-B-Q with friends. My wife was bragging about how I always get her the perfect gift. It&#8217;s always something she can use, even if she hasn&#8217;t dropped any hints.</p>
<p>One of her girl friends, knowing our Anniversary was fast approaching, asked me what I have got my wife for this special occasion. &#8220;What custom-picked thing did you get her? What are you going to give her that she can use this year?&#8221;</p>
<p>I sipped my beer and responded, &#8220;A coffin.&#8221;</p>
<p>Everyone except my wife laughed. She slugged me in the arm.</p>
<p>Later that evening I heard her on the phone with her mother. They both laughed to the point of tears.</p>
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		<title>By: Kelmar</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kelmar</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 19:36:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My ex-wife got ahem... obese. Being the type of guy I am, I never much mentioned it sorta. 

We divorced. Not over the obese thing. Needless to say, when I started looking again, I went for much slimmer. 

Years later, I open a Myspace account and several old girlfriends found me and asked for a friend request which I thought no big deal. 

Enter the current wife, WTF are these people you have slept with on your myspace?!

I see everyone but your Ex on there? What!? She too big to fit on your friends list?

I still wince when telling that one.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My ex-wife got ahem&#8230; obese. Being the type of guy I am, I never much mentioned it sorta. </p>
<p>We divorced. Not over the obese thing. Needless to say, when I started looking again, I went for much slimmer. </p>
<p>Years later, I open a Myspace account and several old girlfriends found me and asked for a friend request which I thought no big deal. </p>
<p>Enter the current wife, WTF are these people you have slept with on your myspace?!</p>
<p>I see everyone but your Ex on there? What!? She too big to fit on your friends list?</p>
<p>I still wince when telling that one.</p>
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		<title>By: Cimmerius</title>
		<link>http://temerity-jane.com/life/appreciating-the-sting/comment-page-1/#comment-12709</link>
		<dc:creator>Cimmerius</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 19:25:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Scene: a co-worker came in as he was getting over a cold.

Me: You look terrible.
Co-worker: I feel terrible.
Me: No, not because you&#039;re sick. You look terrible.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Scene: a co-worker came in as he was getting over a cold.</p>
<p>Me: You look terrible.<br />
Co-worker: I feel terrible.<br />
Me: No, not because you&#8217;re sick. You look terrible.</p>
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		<title>By: Zoei</title>
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		<dc:creator>Zoei</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 17:44:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My then-boyfriend pulled into a parking space next to another car and asked me if I had enough space to get out.  With a smirk, I answered &quot;how fat do you think I am?&quot;.  Silently, he backed up, and pulled into the parking spot again, leaving me much more space than before.

Though silent, this is the best burn I have ever received, and was absolutely hilarious.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My then-boyfriend pulled into a parking space next to another car and asked me if I had enough space to get out.  With a smirk, I answered &#8220;how fat do you think I am?&#8221;.  Silently, he backed up, and pulled into the parking spot again, leaving me much more space than before.</p>
<p>Though silent, this is the best burn I have ever received, and was absolutely hilarious.</p>
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		<title>By: Steven</title>
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		<dc:creator>Steven</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 15:05:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I want to know what the funny joke your husband had was.</description>
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		<title>By: Llinkla</title>
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		<dc:creator>Llinkla</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 06:01:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Im not a morning person. We have to make sure there are no sharp objects around so no one gets hurt if they wake me kind of thing.
One morning my husband who works the night shift came busting in at 7am. Seven... AM...

Husband: &quot;Honey honey I have the funniest joke!! Omg your going to laugh so hard.&quot;

Me: &quot;I&#039;ve already seen you naked. It was not funny then, it wont be funny now. Get the hell out.&quot;

I have no memory of this conversation. Just told to me by a very sad looking husband next to a pile of crumpled tissues.

Later that day he bought me mountain dew and a box of chocolates, Im the luckiest girl in the world. &lt;3</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Im not a morning person. We have to make sure there are no sharp objects around so no one gets hurt if they wake me kind of thing.<br />
One morning my husband who works the night shift came busting in at 7am. Seven&#8230; AM&#8230;</p>
<p>Husband: &#8220;Honey honey I have the funniest joke!! Omg your going to laugh so hard.&#8221;</p>
<p>Me: &#8220;I&#8217;ve already seen you naked. It was not funny then, it wont be funny now. Get the hell out.&#8221;</p>
<p>I have no memory of this conversation. Just told to me by a very sad looking husband next to a pile of crumpled tissues.</p>
<p>Later that day he bought me mountain dew and a box of chocolates, Im the luckiest girl in the world. &lt;3</p>
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		<title>By: Jdjdjd</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jdjdjd</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 04:43:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>No, didn&#039;t burn myself. I pointed out that SHE was a bastard, not me. How would I be burning myself?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>No, didn&#8217;t burn myself. I pointed out that SHE was a bastard, not me. How would I be burning myself?</p>
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		<title>By: Mel</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 01:44:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>So you actually burned yourself? That&#039;s a good one.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So you actually burned yourself? That&#8217;s a good one.</p>
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