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	<title>Comments on: &#8220;Somebody&#8221; Knows or Living with a Suegra</title>
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		<title>By: Carrie</title>
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		<dc:creator>Carrie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Jan 2010 17:19:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Sra, hat&#039;s off to you. Hat&#039;s off. All I gotta say.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sra, hat&#8217;s off to you. Hat&#8217;s off. All I gotta say.</p>
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		<title>By: The gold digger</title>
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		<dc:creator>The gold digger</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Jan 2010 23:14:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The very best present my husband has ever given me was on our wedding night as we were lying in the pullout bed in our basement. (His parents were in our bedroom - they can&#039;t take stairs.) His parents had been at our house for a week. Drunk almost every night. Two weeks before our wedding, they had told him they weren&#039;t coming and he shouldn&#039;t marry me. I was all, &quot;Don&#039;t let the door hit ya.&quot;

So you know. Drama.

Anyhow. He turned to me and said, &quot;They will never live with us. Never.&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The very best present my husband has ever given me was on our wedding night as we were lying in the pullout bed in our basement. (His parents were in our bedroom &#8211; they can&#8217;t take stairs.) His parents had been at our house for a week. Drunk almost every night. Two weeks before our wedding, they had told him they weren&#8217;t coming and he shouldn&#8217;t marry me. I was all, &#8220;Don&#8217;t let the door hit ya.&#8221;</p>
<p>So you know. Drama.</p>
<p>Anyhow. He turned to me and said, &#8220;They will never live with us. Never.&#8221;</p>
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