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    <title>BlogofaMarriedMan</title>
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    <description>kablog!</description>
    <lastBuildDate>Tue, 28 Sep 2004 10:00:01 PDT</lastBuildDate>
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    <copyright>Copyright 2004.</copyright>
    <category>Writing</category>
    <category>Reading</category>
    <category>Books</category>
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      <title>Porlon</title>
      <link>http://blogofamarriedman.blogdrive.com/archive/25.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 05 Jul 2004 18:15:58 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>MATAG bisperas sa Biyernes Santo dinhi sa gamayng iskinita babag sa dalan Junquera, adunay itom nga porlon ang mulabay, pawng kanunay ang headlights, ang inaguo sa makina niini lugos madunggan tungod sa tagubtob sa videokehan sa unahan. (Atangi...)</description>
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      <title>Ang Katapusang Birhen sa Barangay Kamagayan</title>
      <link>http://blogofamarriedman.blogdrive.com/archive/24.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 05 Jul 2004 18:13:31 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>NISUGOD na pagkamptat ang makeup ni Stephanie tungod sa iyang singot nga hinayng gadagayday sa iyang aping ug agtang, gatubod gikan sa nagpintig niyang hubon. 
 
“Nagmantika na man ni akong nawong uy. Sus, kaulaw baya,” matod pa ni Stephanie sa iyang kaugalingon. 
 
Ningkusmod si Stephanie, nangyam-id samtang nagpinsar sa sunod niyang lihok.   
 
“Wa nas Panyang,” nagpadungog ang usa sa mga nanan-aw. “Masiak na gyud tawn ni,” hirit pa’s usa.
 
Nilabay ang usa ka minuto, lima, napulo, wa lang gihapon milihok si Stephanie, wa masayod sa mga gutlong naghinay-hinayg kasaag sa mga ngiob... (more)</description>
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      <title>Anghel sa Room 359</title>
      <link>http://blogofamarriedman.blogdrive.com/archive/23.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 05 Jul 2004 18:09:42 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>“DI LAGI ko borikat.”
“Saba diha,” ingon ang kontraktor samtang gahubo sa iyang pantalon. “Unsa man diay ka.”
Nairita ang kontraktor sa tubag sa dalaga nga naglingkod sa tumoy sa higdaanan dinhis iyang kwarto, Room 359. Buot pa unta niyang istoryahon usa kaysa diretsog darok. Mas nindot man gyud nang palamian usag gamay. Iya ra gung gipanguta kung bag-ohay pa ba siyang namorikat. Buot unta niyang bitkon kay ingon man gud tong bugaw nga birhen pa kuno ni. Unsa bang tubagon man hinoon siyag yaga-yaga.
“Basta dili ko borikat.”
Letse ni ay, huna-huna pas kontraktor. “Unsa lagi ka?” Nisaka ang... (more)</description>
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      <title>hehehe</title>
      <link>http://blogofamarriedman.blogdrive.com/archive/22.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Jun 2004 18:05:08 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>hehehe</description>
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      <title>The B word</title>
      <link>http://blogofamarriedman.blogdrive.com/archive/21.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 05 May 2004 15:00:53 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>At the start, I tried to restrain myself from cussing while blogging. However, I realized that this can be quite difficult. Luckily for me, I found a simple solution: substitution. Instead of the usual asterisks, every offensive word will just have to be replaced with this word: blog. To see what I mean, here's a sample list:

*When the blog hits the fan...
*Hey, motherblogger!
*Two words: Blog you.
*He's definitely blogged up.
*That son of a blog stole my chick.
*Ignore him, he's a bloghole.  
*Her brother is a bloghead.
*Suck my blog.
*Go blog yourself.
*Blog, I'm screwed.

See? It's... (more)</description>
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      <title>About face</title>
      <link>http://blogofamarriedman.blogdrive.com/archive/20.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 28 Apr 2004 19:04:30 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>And if you wish my dear, I shall accompany you to get a facial</description>
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      <title>Cheers, woman!</title>
      <link>http://blogofamarriedman.blogdrive.com/archive/19.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 28 Apr 2004 19:01:05 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>My wife just won herself a promotion :) Cheers to the loveliest, sexiest, smartest, most patient wife/mother/friend/confidant any hubby/blogger could ever ask for... (proud hubby/blogger jumps, skips, hops, somersaults, tumbles, rolls, trots, shuffles, curtsies, then blows a kiss...) Time to go home and celebrate (wink, wink:) </description>
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      <title>Foot spa chutzpah</title>
      <link>http://blogofamarriedman.blogdrive.com/archive/18.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 27 Apr 2004 17:14:10 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Yesterday I did the unthinkable: I had a foot scrub at the spa. I had imagined this favorite pastime among females to be such an excruciating experience for males. I was right. And having one together with female strangers only highlights this feeling of queer isolation. While a woman would be enjoying every second of the scrub, a man would be cringing in his seat, cursing his feet for leading him there. 

That exactly was how I felt as I found myself stuck inside a cramped, partly humid room at the foot spa yesterday afternoon.

To add to my misfortune, I spent my scrubbing session with... (more)</description>
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      <title>Kill Bill O'Reilly</title>
      <link>http://blogofamarriedman.blogdrive.com/archive/17.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 26 Apr 2004 17:34:03 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I hate Bill O’Reilly. Which doesn’t explain really why I stop clicking the remote as soon as I see that haughty face of his on Fox News Channel. But I must hear what he has to say next, whether while trying to terrorize his quests or disgorging platitudes for all his viewers to lap up. I  can’t help it. And I’m not even American.

Just this morning, I watched with glee as O’Reilly ranted at how Time magazine came up with its list of 100 most influential people in the world. In his usual belligerent mode, Kill Bill spewed vitriol and toxic wit at two Time editors, who, in turn, were composed... (more)</description>
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      <title>Am a Patagonian Hare</title>
      <link>http://blogofamarriedman.blogdrive.com/archive/16.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 22 Apr 2004 19:35:13 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>A man can love several women at the same time without betraying any of them, says the novelist Gabriel Garcia Marquez. I, a monogamist, agree, not because I'm a patagonian hare.</description>
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