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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645275.post-8171577741041442650</id><published>2009-10-04T16:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T16:59:09.564-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="videos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal problems" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sexual harassment" /><title type="text">Sexual Harrassment Complaint Over Joke</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/feeds/8171577741041442650/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645275&amp;postID=8171577741041442650&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/8171577741041442650" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/8171577741041442650" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/2009/10/sexual-harrassment-complaint-over-joke.html" title="Sexual Harrassment Complaint Over Joke" /><author><name>Dear AL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467936020558563408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15172555914676748148" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qka33SJcQEE/SskLVwoWP4I/AAAAAAAAAYw/0j-scR_izag/s72-c/yxv8cvbvcb.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">Dear AL:I played a joke on a friend who made a sexual harrassment complaint against me. I hid under her desk, and when she came to work, I was going to surprise her by grabbing her legs, not knowing she was going to wear a dress that day. I decided not to touch her, but she saw me right away and nicked my head with a kick. I told her I was only wanted to play a joke and that I was sorry, but she &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645275.post-167784288836288910</id><published>2009-10-01T17:11:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T15:16:15.204-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal problems" /><title type="text">Plz  dun advice me on evythng belo. Thanx</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/feeds/167784288836288910/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645275&amp;postID=167784288836288910&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/167784288836288910" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/167784288836288910" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/2009/10/plz-dun-advice-me-on-evythng-belo-thanx.html" title="Plz  dun advice me on evythng belo. Thanx" /><author><name>Dear AL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467936020558563408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15172555914676748148" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qka33SJcQEE/SsPnHzEzVJI/AAAAAAAAAYg/wqYq_0yxEI8/s72-c/bgfdvfvfdgf.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><content type="html">Dear AL:This is kinda gonna b a long stori..bt hope u help me out wid this..its killing me a bit dese days..obv if im not so desperate i wudnt be cuming to u..Ok..Btw..im a guy..not a joke..srs here..I have a best friend...lets keep his name as A..hope the letters dunt confuse u too much..then i have this other best friend and lets call her M...Ok..one of the problems is that im dam possessive of&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645275.post-5579565503063357001</id><published>2009-09-25T18:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:15:36.874-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family matters" /><title type="text">Swine Flu: Daughter Afraid of Guinea Pig</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/feeds/5579565503063357001/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645275&amp;postID=5579565503063357001&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/5579565503063357001" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/5579565503063357001" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/2009/09/swine-flu-daughter-afraid-of-guinea-pig.html" title="Swine Flu: Daughter Afraid of Guinea Pig" /><author><name>Dear AL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467936020558563408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15172555914676748148" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qka33SJcQEE/Sr0-DcmExiI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lioUKgWqb3A/s72-c/guinea_pig_swine_flu.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><content type="html">Dear Al:Since my 7 year old daughter found out about the Swine Flu, and that it came from pigs, she doesn't want to play with her guinea pig anymore. I tried to explain to her that she doesn't have to worry about getting sick from Simon, her guinea pig, but she keeps telling me it's also a pig, and if I knew that he didn't come from Guinea? And you know what, I didn't. After I gave her a hug, she&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645275.post-609001072726079522</id><published>2009-09-18T04:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T04:31:20.071-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal problems" /><title type="text">Chemtrails instant clouds over Germany! Worried they might trigger Swine Flu!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/feeds/609001072726079522/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645275&amp;postID=609001072726079522&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/609001072726079522" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/609001072726079522" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/2009/09/chemtrails-instant-clouds-over-germany.html" title="Chemtrails instant clouds over Germany! Worried they might trigger Swine Flu!" /><author><name>Dear AL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467936020558563408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15172555914676748148" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qka33SJcQEE/SrM6zZE19II/AAAAAAAAAYQ/hfo7lPOwbRI/s72-c/swine_flu_chemtrails.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><content type="html">Dear AL:This morning when I took my kids to school, I noticed those white planes spraying Chemtrails on the only patch of blue sky. Most of them parallel, with a few crossing them since that patch of blue sky was narrow. I also noticed before reaching the end of the only blue sky those planes turned off their trails, proving they were chemtrails. Germany has admitted to doing this. Anyway, it &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645275.post-8331895713915027822</id><published>2009-08-14T19:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:35:40.857-04:00</updated><title type="text">Multiple deployments to Iraq... can't wait for him.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/feeds/8331895713915027822/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645275&amp;postID=8331895713915027822&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/8331895713915027822" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/8331895713915027822" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/2009/08/multiple-deployments-to-iraq-cant-wait.html" title="Multiple deployments to Iraq... can't wait for him." /><author><name>Dear AL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467936020558563408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15172555914676748148" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><content type="html">Dear AL:There's this guy I wish would leave me alone, but at the same time I have feelings for him. We met when he came back from Iraq for R&amp;R, went out a little, and then he proposed to me before he left. He's been back from Iraq, and it's like he never proposed, and sees me when he wants to. I've told him to leave me alone, which wasn't easy, but he tells me that's not what I really want and &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645275.post-4293342460786102191</id><published>2009-07-31T19:01:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T20:24:50.968-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationship problems" /><title type="text">Drunk girlfriend cheated with her old best friend. Is this tattered relationship worth saving?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/feeds/4293342460786102191/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645275&amp;postID=4293342460786102191&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/4293342460786102191" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/4293342460786102191" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/2009/07/drunk-girlfriend-cheated-with-her-old.html" title="Drunk girlfriend cheated with her old best friend. Is this tattered relationship worth saving?" /><author><name>Dear AL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467936020558563408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15172555914676748148" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qka33SJcQEE/SnOICKokBdI/AAAAAAAAAXw/vEa1Fc2AHH0/s72-c/gsdfguskfe8u.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">Hey AL:Ok... so let me try to make a long story short. Me and my girlfriend(not a fiancee OR wife) meet, have a serious relationship. Something like out of a romance novel in terms of the way we met and fell in love. I have a bad past of girlfriends cheating on me. But I tried my best to keep my paranoia in check. Her grandmother (aka her best friend) died when she was young. She doesn't know who&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645275.post-283751250077084892</id><published>2009-07-13T20:42:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T19:07:17.854-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="videos" /><title type="text">Where can I watch Paris Hilton's new sex tape?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/feeds/283751250077084892/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645275&amp;postID=283751250077084892&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/283751250077084892" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/283751250077084892" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-i-can-watch-paris-hiltons-new-sex.html" title="Where can I watch Paris Hilton's new sex tape?" /><author><name>Dear AL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467936020558563408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15172555914676748148" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qka33SJcQEE/SlvZSM3lJuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ox-fb8kS7G0/s72-c/paris_hilton_new_sextape.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><content type="html">Dear AL:Due to the restrictions at my fraternity, our internet access is carefully filtered to block porn. Do you know of any place online where I can watch Paris Hilton's new sex tape? I'm a huge fan of hers! It can be partially censored. I'll just use my imagination to fill in the blanks. Thanks!-- Matt, amongst religious nutsYo Matt:You're in luck! I found Paris Hilton's sex tape on YouTube. &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?a=ofaIetldXus:uuF0QUxBR98:V_sGLiPBpWU"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?i=ofaIetldXus:uuF0QUxBR98:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?a=ofaIetldXus:uuF0QUxBR98:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645275.post-4790865793487891127</id><published>2009-07-07T17:37:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T09:07:33.574-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="workplace" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family matters" /><title type="text">My employee spreads lies about coworkers</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/feeds/4790865793487891127/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645275&amp;postID=4790865793487891127&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/4790865793487891127" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/4790865793487891127" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-employee-spreads-lies-about.html" title="My employee spreads lies about coworkers" /><author><name>Dear AL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467936020558563408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15172555914676748148" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qka33SJcQEE/SlPDp23tQiI/AAAAAAAAAXY/kJImdxGWHk4/s72-c/put_out_to_pasture.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><content type="html">Dear AL:I have this employee (relative) that does nothing but complain. Since her fear of customers and boredom, she spreads lies about her coworkers, trying to prevent them from doing their jobs so they stay by her side. What can I tell her to straighten her out?-- Diana, TexasDear Diana:Tell her to STFU!From the sounds of it, she's probably older than dirt, and it's no ones fault she can't &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?a=dMXG1N7BU2w:86aRQvW-9s8:V_sGLiPBpWU"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?i=dMXG1N7BU2w:86aRQvW-9s8:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?a=dMXG1N7BU2w:86aRQvW-9s8:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645275.post-974326149628530266</id><published>2009-07-05T17:21:00.022-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T19:11:30.043-04:00</updated><title type="text">Leading up to Archie (Comics) Veronica's wedding... SPOILER ALERT!!!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/feeds/974326149628530266/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645275&amp;postID=974326149628530266&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/974326149628530266" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/974326149628530266" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/2009/07/leading-up-to-archie-comics-veronicas.html" title="Leading up to Archie (Comics) Veronica's wedding... SPOILER ALERT!!!" /><author><name>Dear AL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467936020558563408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15172555914676748148" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qka33SJcQEE/SlEd-y_YGJI/AAAAAAAAAXI/KsxzTcZas5k/s72-c/hgdf7t34jhkfbw4e7f.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><content type="html">Dear AL:I have recently (belatedly, unfortunately) heard that Archie of Archie Comics fame is marrying Veronica! I know that somehow, the story will progress in a manner that will return the characters to status quo but the suspense is driving me crazy. Help!(I know, you're probably thinking that I'm a loser.)-- Archie-Comics-CrazyDear Crazy:Nah... I'm not thinking that. Lots of kids read Archie.&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?a=Ykeob_719bo:wBniOD1W2nE:V_sGLiPBpWU"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?i=Ykeob_719bo:wBniOD1W2nE:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?a=Ykeob_719bo:wBniOD1W2nE:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645275.post-7620834379037940013</id><published>2009-06-29T16:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T17:21:06.282-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendship" /><title type="text">Savings Wane. Freeloader, friend, not paying rent!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/feeds/7620834379037940013/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645275&amp;postID=7620834379037940013&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/7620834379037940013" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/7620834379037940013" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/2009/06/savings-wane-freeloader-friend-not.html" title="Savings Wane. Freeloader, friend, not paying rent!" /><author><name>Dear AL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467936020558563408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15172555914676748148" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qka33SJcQEE/Skkh7Lz-bYI/AAAAAAAAAXA/R3I9uYPaeOQ/s72-c/hjdf76hgjr.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><content type="html">Dear AL:So for the past month or so I've been "renting" a room with a friend. At first I was supposed to pay the rent for 2 weeks while she found a job or got family to pay... But now it has been 5 weeks and she has not paid! On Monday I told her to give me either her half of the rent by today (Thursday) or she would have to move out by this coming Monday. Her reply was "okay." since then she has&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?a=2CQ06O01_yc:GM03vKB32FY:V_sGLiPBpWU"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?i=2CQ06O01_yc:GM03vKB32FY:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?a=2CQ06O01_yc:GM03vKB32FY:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645275.post-194440819744807470</id><published>2009-06-22T18:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T16:03:10.117-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating" /><title type="text">Boyfriend thinks my vagina is too hairy!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/feeds/194440819744807470/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645275&amp;postID=194440819744807470&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/194440819744807470" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/194440819744807470" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/2009/06/boyfriend-thinks-my-vagina-is-too-hairy.html" title="Boyfriend thinks my vagina is too hairy!" /><author><name>Dear AL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467936020558563408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15172555914676748148" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qka33SJcQEE/Sj__1G2jSuI/AAAAAAAAAW4/2mzJ2qEyWsQ/s72-c/too_hairy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><content type="html">Dear AL:My boyfriend just hurt my feelings. For the past month I've noticed he was less interested in sex, so I confronted him about it today. He told me my vagina is too hairy, but no one ever complained about this before. He recommended that I shave, but I don't want to look like a little girl. I'm thinking about breaking up with him because he said it looks gross, but I don't want to play the &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645275.post-8308682894289587746</id><published>2009-06-06T19:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T18:05:41.099-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="parenting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal problems" /><title type="text">Parents complain about my boyfriend. Running away!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/feeds/8308682894289587746/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645275&amp;postID=8308682894289587746&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/8308682894289587746" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/8308682894289587746" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/2009/06/parents-complain-about-my-boyfriend.html" title="Parents complain about my boyfriend. Running away!" /><author><name>Dear AL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467936020558563408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15172555914676748148" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qka33SJcQEE/Sir2YMVTnMI/AAAAAAAAAWw/nKPWRfCYkzc/s72-c/jiudh9hj3n2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">Dear AL:I'm so sick of my parents telling me what to do or complaining about what I do. Sit up straight... Don't wear that... You're on the internet too much... What's with you and your cell phone?... I can just scream!They're now complaining about my boyfriend because he dropped out of school and doesn't have a job. My parents seem to forget that Dad was like that from what they told me, and he &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?a=CNoXYQP5KgI:uNC7k0PcH8Y:V_sGLiPBpWU"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?i=CNoXYQP5KgI:uNC7k0PcH8Y:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?a=CNoXYQP5KgI:uNC7k0PcH8Y:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645275.post-1028045710095421659</id><published>2009-06-04T18:38:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T16:33:04.929-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family matters" /><title type="text">My gay mom wont accept my gay marriage</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/feeds/1028045710095421659/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645275&amp;postID=1028045710095421659&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/1028045710095421659" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/1028045710095421659" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-gay-mom-wont-accept-my-gay-marriage.html" title="My gay mom wont accept my gay marriage" /><author><name>Dear AL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467936020558563408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15172555914676748148" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qka33SJcQEE/SihO4EMHj9I/AAAAAAAAAWg/5_Nc82Ma54Y/s72-c/hasd87g3r.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">Dear AL:My mom is gay, has a girlfriend, but told me to divorce my gay partner I married in California before the Prop. 8 ban. She says it violates the sanctity of marriage between a man and woman for procreation. Wants me to marry a man. She's very religious, and keeps her homosexuality under wraps.Now I don't care how she runs her life. How can I get her to accept mines?-- Upset in &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?a=KI1Brggh39A:uhCMxHNl70o:V_sGLiPBpWU"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?i=KI1Brggh39A:uhCMxHNl70o:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?a=KI1Brggh39A:uhCMxHNl70o:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645275.post-5300182022845450073</id><published>2009-05-07T15:18:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T16:57:04.847-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal problems" /><title type="text">I'm hung like a horse, but girls run away!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/feeds/5300182022845450073/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645275&amp;postID=5300182022845450073&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/5300182022845450073" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/5300182022845450073" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-hung-like-horse-but-girls-run-away.html" title="I'm hung like a horse, but girls run away!" /><author><name>Dear AL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467936020558563408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15172555914676748148" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qka33SJcQEE/Sh8d3dBWyvI/AAAAAAAAAWI/qq5uk_OrE38/s72-c/run_away_run_away.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><content type="html">Dear AL:I am hung like a horse, but when the girls see it, they run away. What do I do?--Hung, FloridaYo Hung:Wait for Mrs. Right. A girl who believes you wont pound her to death like a dumbass, but take it slow with lots of foreplay, using tons of lubricant. If a woman can give birth to a baby, then your size shouldn't be a problem.Tell her you're in no rush... you're willing to wait until she's&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?a=TVrrnOXwUR8:a31xXPdlI5A:V_sGLiPBpWU"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?i=TVrrnOXwUR8:a31xXPdlI5A:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?a=TVrrnOXwUR8:a31xXPdlI5A:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645275.post-8857399784061647429</id><published>2009-05-01T16:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T16:14:01.049-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health" /><title type="text">Husband wants to kill pigs to avoid Swine Flu!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/feeds/8857399784061647429/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645275&amp;postID=8857399784061647429&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/8857399784061647429" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/8857399784061647429" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/2009/05/husband-wants-to-kill-pigs-to-avoid.html" title="Husband wants to kill pigs to avoid Swine Flu!" /><author><name>Dear AL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467936020558563408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15172555914676748148" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qka33SJcQEE/SfuBUXm7ttI/AAAAAAAAAVw/y9RDxChbWOg/s72-c/hd7ih32k.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><content type="html">Dear AL:For the last few days I've been protecting our pigs from my husband. He has obsessive–compulsive disorder, which I thought he had under control, that's until I caught him walking to our barn with a 5 gallon can of gas. When I asked him from the window what he's doing, he said coolly that he's going to kill our pigs. I then yelled stop, ran out to him while he was shouting back "Swine flu!&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?a=oeI6ii0kn2Y:o-XY3xfrdSk:V_sGLiPBpWU"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?i=oeI6ii0kn2Y:o-XY3xfrdSk:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?a=oeI6ii0kn2Y:o-XY3xfrdSk:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645275.post-8294564611234196877</id><published>2009-04-13T16:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T17:21:06.283-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationship problems" /><title type="text">Made out with her uncle who's close to 30</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/feeds/8294564611234196877/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645275&amp;postID=8294564611234196877&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/8294564611234196877" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/8294564611234196877" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/2009/04/made-out-with-her-uncle-whos-close-to.html" title="Made out with her uncle who's close to 30" /><author><name>Dear AL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467936020558563408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15172555914676748148" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><content type="html">Dear AL: I recently turned 18 and after clubbing slept at a friends with her and two other guys. We all crashed on the double bed and I ended up making out with her uncle who is close to 30. My friend suspects that we hooked up, although we tried to hide it and I think she's upset about it. What should I do? Her uncle called me today and said to just say that we were flirting with one another and&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?a=roly4dy72Vo:QGaBuAEQsBQ:V_sGLiPBpWU"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?i=roly4dy72Vo:QGaBuAEQsBQ:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?a=roly4dy72Vo:QGaBuAEQsBQ:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645275.post-276324861212529308</id><published>2009-04-11T17:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T16:03:10.120-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating" /><title type="text">She no lik me enymor!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/feeds/276324861212529308/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645275&amp;postID=276324861212529308&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/276324861212529308" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/276324861212529308" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/2009/04/she-no-lik-me-enymor.html" title="She no lik me enymor!" /><author><name>Dear AL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467936020558563408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15172555914676748148" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qka33SJcQEE/SeEfoUdmKiI/AAAAAAAAAVg/-eqrNPSgfN8/s72-c/isp0802696.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><content type="html">Dear AL: Hav a nise girlfrend bupt dink she no lik me enymor. Lass time she com to mi haus she leeve soon bupt com bak bupt no tork an leeve aygen. Wat can I do so mi girlfrend lik me lik befor?-- Marat, ҚазақстанDear Marat: Take showers, or she will never lick ya again.Seriously, give her breathing room. Now I'm not saying that you stink, just give her space to think. Before doing so, call her &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?a=A8itQ6n8kIw:Hnhvi78UAPQ:V_sGLiPBpWU"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?i=A8itQ6n8kIw:Hnhvi78UAPQ:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?a=A8itQ6n8kIw:Hnhvi78UAPQ:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645275.post-5976799716291529741</id><published>2009-04-10T18:15:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T16:18:17.078-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="affairs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage" /><title type="text">My Husbands affair with best friend. We have 2 children!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/feeds/5976799716291529741/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645275&amp;postID=5976799716291529741&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/5976799716291529741" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/5976799716291529741" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-husbands-affair-with-best-friend-we.html" title="My Husbands affair with best friend. We have 2 children!" /><author><name>Dear AL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467936020558563408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15172555914676748148" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qka33SJcQEE/Sd_E44Ip-5I/AAAAAAAAAVE/qCZLHZDDu5E/s72-c/abc99def99.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">Dear AL: My husband had an affair with my best friend. He says he didn't sleep with her, but he wont stop communicating with her. We have 2 children! HELP!-- Cassie --Dear Cassie: I don't know of an affair where sex wasn't involved, that's unless numbnuts really has numb nuts, then he might be telling the truth. If you just want to save your marriage because of your two children, then it sounds &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?a=zx1Th0sAOCU:AwQtbEsEyz4:V_sGLiPBpWU"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?i=zx1Th0sAOCU:AwQtbEsEyz4:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?a=zx1Th0sAOCU:AwQtbEsEyz4:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645275.post-1929085252852120626</id><published>2009-04-08T18:58:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T04:45:14.835-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating" /><title type="text">He obviously wants to meet me</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/feeds/1929085252852120626/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645275&amp;postID=1929085252852120626&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/1929085252852120626" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/1929085252852120626" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-obviously-wants-to-meet-me.html" title="He obviously wants to meet me" /><author><name>Dear AL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467936020558563408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15172555914676748148" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qka33SJcQEE/Sd09rSgMi4I/AAAAAAAAAU8/YWGSyP6A9fw/s72-c/nigerian_scam.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><content type="html">Dear AL:So I have been chatting to this guy online for months. He lives in another country and he is moving to the same city as me. I'm extremely nervous because he obviously wants to meet me. I am not the most attractive person, and I just don't want to get rejected. Should I pass on the date, take someone with me to take off the pressure, or go and take my chances? -- JDear J:I hate to be the &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?a=f9vuJjXZDFc:jxz35gqToFs:V_sGLiPBpWU"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?i=f9vuJjXZDFc:jxz35gqToFs:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?a=f9vuJjXZDFc:jxz35gqToFs:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/DearAL?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645275.post-5247133733658379422</id><published>2009-04-03T17:51:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T16:15:45.292-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="workplace" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="harassment" /><title type="text">I'm being harassed at work!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/feeds/5247133733658379422/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645275&amp;postID=5247133733658379422&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/5247133733658379422" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/5247133733658379422" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-being-harassed-at-work.html" title="I'm being harassed at work!" /><author><name>Dear AL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467936020558563408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15172555914676748148" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qka33SJcQEE/SdaMxCwXyqI/AAAAAAAAAUs/y0-KJ0t0bMw/s72-c/whooper_big_mac_box.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><content type="html">Dear ALThere are these people that keep harassing me every week at my job. When they order food at the drive threw they always ask for whoppers knowing full well they're at McDonalds! What can I tell these people to leave me alone?-- Upset in Seattle WashingtonDear Upset:Tell them no pork at all.Um.. upset... you work at a fast food place. Maybe it's the same jokers harassing you every week, but &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645275.post-7632858387409853870</id><published>2009-04-03T14:37:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T16:18:17.079-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="affairs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage" /><title type="text">My Husband's affair with a girl at the gym</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/feeds/7632858387409853870/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645275&amp;postID=7632858387409853870&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/7632858387409853870" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/7632858387409853870" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-husbands-affair-with-girl-at-gym.html" title="My Husband's affair with a girl at the gym" /><author><name>Dear AL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467936020558563408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15172555914676748148" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qka33SJcQEE/SdZlDKqIagI/AAAAAAAAAUk/RtrArOhOOso/s72-c/personal_personal_trainer.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><content type="html">Dear AL:My Christmas present for 2008 was learning of an affair my husband was having with a girl at the gym.  He continued the affair by purchasing "pay as you go" phones to eliminate any phone records - I found his phone.  He says he has discontinued the affair but continues to go to the same gym, at the same time she goes, and refuses to change.  There are other alternatives and times for him &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21645275.post-9218170391440240881</id><published>2009-03-11T18:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T18:59:27.800-04:00</updated><title type="text">I want to quit lying, but it's hard.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/feeds/9218170391440240881/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21645275&amp;postID=9218170391440240881&amp;isPopup=true" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/9218170391440240881" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21645275/posts/default/9218170391440240881" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dear-al.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-to-quit-lying-but-its-hard.html" title="I want to quit lying, but it's hard." /><author><name>Dear AL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14467936020558563408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15172555914676748148" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qka33SJcQEE/Sbg5KjlCxdI/AAAAAAAAAUY/rILSI_GLxXk/s72-c/76fhu19j.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total><content type="html">Dear Al:For the past years I have been lying. Lying so much that all of those revolves me believe every single word that I have said. I want to quit lying, but it's hard. It has turn into a habit. Can you tell me what to do to stopped this lies.-- Liar, SingaporeDear Liar:Shut the fuck up!I hope this helped.&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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