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<pubDate>Tue, 13 Feb 2007 13:42:49 -0600</pubDate>
<description>&lt;p&gt;THAT. IS. AWESOME.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<title>paige</title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 13 Feb 2007 11:44:02 -0600</pubDate>
<description>&lt;p&gt;Dear drunk man, 

At 4:30 in the morning, my husband and I are usually asleep. Please excuse us for not hearing you come in. Also, we are tiling our kitchen floor, so we apologize that the dining room chairs and table tripped you in your drunken, darkened stupor. Finally, our apologies for not tidying up the bathroom before your visit...which is where my husband found you, and promptly escorted you back outside, while you pissed your stylish party clothes. 
You see, this is our house, not yours. Perhaps it looks like your house, but I assure you it is not. You cannot just come in at anytime of the night you feel like. Yes, I understand our front door was unlocked. A mistake, not a &quot;Give me your tired, your trashed, your stoned&quot; beacon in the night. Please feel free to use our yard to &quot;sleep it off&quot; next time. However, you cannot come in our house anymore. We will make sure the door is locked next time. 

P.S. My husband is very glad that he didn&apos;t club you to death with my old softball bat, because if you were dead, we could not laugh about your drunken visit. 

Sincerly, the people whose house you were escorted from early this morning.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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