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  <title>Comments on 'Just Junk For Sale'</title>
  <subtitle>Here comes the first customer. I can just feel the tension.

_Don't make me lie, don't make me lie..._

&amp;quot;Good Afternoon, welcome to Bob's Home Appliances. How may I help you?&amp;quot; So far, so good.

The plump, young woman began with a smile, &amp;quot;Hi, I'm looking for a toaster oven? I heard they sell some here for a great bargain.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Of course. Right this way...&amp;quot;

It was then that I realized that all of the toaster ovens that were left were the returned packages...the junk...the crap...the ones I had to tell her worked like a charm... oh, I'm dead...

Goodbye, world...!</subtitle>
  <updated>2007-06-13T15:17:35Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Just Junk For Sale</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Nice, this is pretty funny.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-06-13T15:17:35Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Saint Chuck</name>
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