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	<title>Spam Central test</title>
	<description>Spam Central test</description>
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	<pubDate>Sat, 21 Apr 2012 04:35:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>down and out in tennessee...</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[So i moved up to TN 7 months ago with my fiancee from atlanta. Well i cleaned my act up and am sober but i had to move in with my gf's mom for the time being. Well she begged my girl to come up. Well her mom hates my guts treats my girl like shit and is a raging alcoholic. Since i came up and started from scratch its been near impossible to get off my feet and find a place to live around here. Its so hard for me to save money. I wish i could get just a 600$ loan from someone but after years of being a drug addict no one trusts me, i have no friends here and i quit my job a week ago to find a better job. Her mom drinks and has these crazy mood swings where one second she wants to kick us out and the next day begging us to stay. Im getting a new job next week but i just cant take it anymore and its destroying me and my girls relationship. I dont know what to fucking do.]]></description>
		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Apr 2012 04:35:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Shows you have Gotten INTO</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[What are all of the shows you have gotten into? For me, (I think in order):<br />
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The Adventures of TinTin<br />
Digimon<br />
Spiderman<br />
X-Files<br />
Boy Meets World<br />
Family Guy<br />
Band of Brothers<br />
the OC<br />
Heroes<br />
Entourage<br />
Arrested Development (favorite show of all time)<br />
Eastbound & Down<br />
Dexter<br />
30 Rock<br />
Blue Mountain State<br />
Jersey Shore<br />
Spartacus<br />
Game of Thrones]]></description>
		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Apr 2012 01:34:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>pls mens pls help me pls</title>
		<link>http://www.spamgrounds.net/index.php?showtopic=3113</link>
		<description><![CDATA[hello<br />
<br />
i cant view peoples profiles, not even my own!<br />
<br />
[#10245] You are not permitted to view member profiles.<br />
<br />
what is this?<br />
am i banned?]]></description>
		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Apr 2012 12:12:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Dating crazy chicks; Is it worth it?</title>
		<link>http://www.spamgrounds.net/index.php?showtopic=3112</link>
		<description><![CDATA[So, I dated with this pretty gal i met some weeks ago, nothing much yet, however on our first date and subsequent meets theres been a few alarm bells going off, shes very focused on herself and her own accomplishments and shes very clingy.<br />
And she's active in competetive shooting. (dunno if thats the right term in english, but its the civilian kind with specialized rifles etc.) And she constantly complains about her physical well being, as i understand it she had some troubles with her back and underwent surgery to remove a benign tumour some years ago. She brings these things up whenever i fail to move the conversational focus on other things.<br />
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I'm unsure what to do, follow through on this or just leave it be. She seems to have some serious issues tha might come up later if the relationship develops, and the fact that she knows how to handle a gun aswell get me a bit nervous if she turns pshyco on me. But damn the girl is <em class='bbc'>super</em> fine body-wise so my two heads are at odds with what to do here.<br />
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I havent had enough experience with crazy bitches so any input from you guys would be welcome.<br />
<br />
Please share your crazy-bitches stories!]]></description>
		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Mar 2012 18:40:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Probably everyone in the first world should read this</title>
		<link>http://www.spamgrounds.net/index.php?showtopic=3111</link>
		<description><![CDATA[Someone asked on Reddit "Should I join the Peace Corps?" (he included that he works as a manager at a gas station and got bored with his life).<br />
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This was the response he got:<br />
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<p class='citation'>Quote</p><div class="blockquote"><div class='quote'>
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I'm a Peace Corps Volunteer right now. Let me tell you a few of the things you've got going for you right this moment and aren't even thinking about:<ul class='bbcol decimal'><li>Within 30 seconds of where you are sitting right now, there's a sit-down toilet next to a tap that delivers clean, drinkable water and/or hot water suitable for showering.<br /></li><li>That gas station you manage is corporate, which means it's heated in the winter, air conditioned in the summer, well lit, resistant to earthquakes, keeps out bugs and won't kill you if it catches on fire. You don't have to worry about any of this yourself, except for calling a repair man if something gets out of hand. When you call, he'll come quickly and be able to fix the problem.<br /></li><li>When a customer comes in, 99% of the time he or she is speaking to you in English. If someone doesn't speak English, that's their problem. When you go to the bank, the post office, any government office or any store, you speak English.<br /></li><li>You've got a credit card in your pocket, and some cash. If you want more, there's an ATM where you work. You regularly come into contact with poor people, but no one so poor that they can't afford food, or are dying of an illness that is treatable through handwashing, mosquito nets or inexpensive medication. You almost never encounter a malnourished child.<br /></li><li>You probably own a car. It's not new, or the fanciest car in your town, but it's probably got airbags, anti-lock brakes, seatbelts, windows that open and close. If you don't own a car and use public transport instead, you ride in a clean bus, train or aircraft that is well-maintained, regularly scheduled, and probably built in the last 15 years.<br /></li><li>When you want to buy food or medicine, you know that they're clean and of decent quality. Your favorite foods are easily available to you. You have the choice of going out to a restaurant or cooking for yourself. There are a variety of restaurants within 30 minutes of you, as well as full-size grocery store where the shelves are always stocked with a tremendous variety of merchandise.<br /></li><li>Your family and friends are easy to reach and get in touch with. You have shared experiences with them and they understand your life and what you're going through.<br /></li><li>When you walk in the street, no one stares at you because of the color of your skin or the way you're dressed. No one singles you out to ask for money or what you're doing. If you need to ask someone directions, they understand you and don't look at you like you're from another planet.</li></ul>
If you think you can give these up for two years, which means past the point where it becomes fun and entertaining, past where it's aggravating and to the point where it's routine, then you might want to think about the Peace Corps. If what you want is just a change of pace and an expansion of your worldview, look into travelling for a bit, or go to a site like WWOOF.org or coolworks.com. If you'd like to make a 2.5 year commitment to working in very poor conditions and learning a language no one's ever heard of, then look at the PC website and r/peacecorps.<br />
feel free to PM me if you've got any detailed questions about PC<br />
<br /></div></div>]]></description>
		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Mar 2012 22:29:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Why do farts</title>
		<link>http://www.spamgrounds.net/index.php?showtopic=3110</link>
		<description>Farts smell funny when you shower or take a bath. Why?</description>
		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Mar 2012 18:02:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Slammed on my head storytime!</title>
		<link>http://www.spamgrounds.net/index.php?showtopic=3109</link>
		<description><![CDATA[So yeh, last night in wrestling, I got slammed on my head.<br />
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I didn't go out, but there was a big flash of white and I knew I wasn't going to be feeling quite right for a while. Over the next 5 minutes, all my dreams from the last month came back to me. I didn't think of them as dreams, but as just normal thoughts until I actually recognised one as a dream. Next guy I wrestled with, I clinched up and then I thought "wait...what takedowns do I like?", I actually couldn't fucking remember what takedowns I use. That was worrying.<br />
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The dreams bit sounds fucking retarded, I'm well aware, but apparently strange shit happening when your brain gets scrambled isn't unusual.<br />
<br />
I stayed up as late as possible because I was worrying about haemoraging in my sleep and dying. But, like a boss, I am still here. And yes I was stupid enough to continue wrestling having been concussed.]]></description>
		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Mar 2012 16:44:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Salmonella Storytime!</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I recently got salmonella so I thought, what better place to share my shitty experience than on the internet! I had always had some vague notion that if I got salmonella I'd just deal with it. As far as I knew the symptoms were pretty much a joke, so I ate raw foods all the time. If you were ever someone to eat undercooked eggs or handle processed/raw meats, then you might wanna hear this. Note: it gets kinda gross, don't read if you have a weak stomach.<br />
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I spent the weekend in question in Chicago, and I honestly have no idea what I ate. I spent the whole weekend cooking and eating in nothing short of the typical degenerate style I usually do. Popsicles for breakfast, shitty greasy foods, beer, and bacon for lunch, Doritos, Gogurts, and plastic-handle vodka for dinner etc. It was a weekend saturated with constant snacking, drunken cooking, and poor decisions in general&mdash;eating being no exception.<br />
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Then Sunday night I watched Contagion (which really has no bearing on the story, but it made me all the more frightened during the onset of this, so  I just want to point it out), while on the train home, went to bed, and thought every thing was normal.<br />
<br />
I woke up Monday morning, nothing seemed wrong. I made coffee and a bagel and started working on meaningless stuff that might constitute as "work" but really is just mindless drivel. Nothing seemed too different and then around noon I had to take a pretty runny dump. This didn't strike me as particularly odd because I usually get runny shits when I'm hungover, and since I'm hungover just about every morning, I pretty much always take runny shits.<br />
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Around evening I had to take another runny dump, and another right around midnight before I went to bed. This still didn't strike me as particularly strange, I figured it was still related to the hangover and thought nothing of it.<br />
<br />
I woke up Tuesday morning and instantly knew something was wrong. At first I assumed it was alcohol withdrawals. I was extremely exhausted, sweaty, cold, and weak. My body was aching all over and I hadn't drank the night before, so I couldn't attribute it to a hangover. I lay on my bed in agony for a bit until then the INSTANT and unignorable urge to shit hit me, in full force. I cringed over in pain and hobbled to the bathroom, and I proceeded to nuke the toilet. It sounded like machine gun fire and I'm pretty sure I might have lost an organ during that shit. The whole time my body was just pitifully contorting while releasing this fiery demon, and I was screaming for mercy.<br />
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After it was over I stood back in disbelief. Confused to what the fuck had just happened. As I was just standing there contemplating my horrific experience, I also happened to glance past the mirror and actually stopped and stared in shock. I looked like a heroin addict: completely pale and covered in sweat. "This is not... good," I thought, then I went back to bed and tried to go to sleep, thinking the worst was over.<br />
<br />
But it didn't stop. That past experience I described continued to happen OVER and over again, an average of once per hour. It made it impossible to function or do anything really, I was afraid to even drive 10 minutes to store because I was worried I'd have to shit again. At night I couldn't sleep because I'd periodically wake up wretching in pain, and then have to sprint to the shitter and empty my already empty bowels. I was just shitting straight water by that point.<br />
<br />
That continued to happen until I hobbled into the doctors office on Wednesday. I sat slouched in his chair pathetically basically begging him to make it go away. He told me it was probably viral and he could do nothing. I said fuck that! I didn't drive to the doctor's office for nothing, so I DEMANDED some lab work done. Unbeknownst to me, lab work for these kinds of illnesses consists of stool samples. That meant that I had to shit in a cardboard box that they gave me, then pour its contents into two separate vials, and then refrigerate those..<br />
<br />
"Oh what's that in the fridge dude?"<br />
<br />
"Oh nothing it's just my contaminated shit."<br />
<br />
<br />
...Anyways, life stayed shitty, until I finally got a phone call the following Monday. I didn't answer it because I hate talking to people and never answer unknown numbers, but I checked my Voicemail. Sure enough it was the nurse, she told me to call back and sounded kind of panicked/urgent. So I called back, and there it is: Salmonela type saNMjgnhtbgq (some random strain). Fuck....<br />
<br />
I was put on an antibiotic and it went away soon after that thankfully. I thought that was it, but then I got a random phone call from the State Department of Health a week or so later. They interrogated the FUCK out of me. Made me try to recount literally EVERY single thing I had eaten, every pet I had come in contact with, every city, burough, district and county I was in, who I hung out with and where, every store I went to etc.<br />
<br />
I later found out there's a list of diseases that when they come up in lab it is mandatory for them to be reported to the Health Department. I guess it's no joke. My advice: don't be an idiot like me.]]></description>
		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Mar 2012 05:23:40 +0000</pubDate>
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