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  <title>CH's Stories</title>
  <subtitle>hey hey hey!
whats up?
i luv music and stuff
and singing and reading fantasy/history
my fave colors are purple and black</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-05-13T21:32:58Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">When Life Gives You Lemons Squirt the Juice in Your Enemies Eyes!</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;OK im not violent or anything but come on, everyone has that one person whose eyes really need some lemon juice sprayed in them.&lt;br /&gt; I was in 2nd grade when i first met Kara T. She was on my b-ball team and we were each dribblin the balls. She came over to me and told me that her basketball was better than mine. I was upset, because i was little and thought the new ball was awesome. That incident has stuck in my mind for years. Ever since i have heard stuff about her. Calling him a name, pushing her, etc. there is even the occasional whisper of stealng so-and-so&amp;#8217;s boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;Well, this year she is in my french class, so i have to deal with her daily. She has grown into a tall, annoying, red-head. One day i had to work with her and she asked me if i liked screamo music. Well yeah, it isn&amp;#8217;t that bad, i mean if they&amp;#8217;re gonna scream the whole song then that shows no talent or creativity, and is also pretty scary sounding. Well she called emo and i was pissed.  NOW CAN I HAVE THAT LEMON I SEE HER COMING !&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-04-14T20:04:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-13T21:32:58Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>CH</name>
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    <title type="text">Death by Car</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Alright about the dude that got dragged to death by the car. him and my flying car salesman friend never got alon well. Dude (as i called him) was cool and funny and very loud. Well, yesterday we were joking around like we do every saturday and a carful and really hot girls drove by. i told him to chase after them, to see how he would react, but he took me litteraly. he said &amp;#8220;sweet great idea! since when are you a genious?&amp;#8221; i was stunned and told him no along with some other insults and stuff. basically i was begging. he was gonna make a foll of himself. of course he didn&amp;#8217;t listen to me. he never did. alright he went chasing after the car jumped&amp;#8230;...and his signature baggy sweatshirt got caught on the bumper and he was dragged to death. strange&amp;#8230;...i dont feel guilty. Whatever, back to the story.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-04-14T19:41:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-14T18:13:46Z</updated>
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      <name>CH</name>
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