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&lt;/div&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://themaddater.blogspot.com/2006/02/fellas-dont-expect-bj-for-every-good.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>This Is Not The Email You Want To Get The Day After Valentine's</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DiatribeOfAMadDater/~3/FVbl7WwgyuE/this-is-not-email-you-want-to-get-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Mad Dater)</author><pubDate>Wed, 22 Feb 2006 21:08:26 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-114009759018273945</guid><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>It's days like this that I'm reminded that no matter how tough I try to act.  I am still a girl who can get her feelings hurt.I was in love last year.  I was in love with Dr. Love Bastard (aka Dr. Sigmund Bastard).  I'm currently on a  I Don't Love Him Diet since I'm not his The One. And more importantly, I've recently realized that he is not my...&lt;br/&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://themaddater.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-is-not-email-you-want-to-get-day.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>No That's Not Chewbacca... That's An Angry Wife</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DiatribeOfAMadDater/~3/g6ZfuXno0pQ/no-thats-not-chewbacca-thats-angry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Mad Dater)</author><pubDate>Sun, 19 Feb 2006 22:21:49 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-113993437190482046</guid><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>This is Part Two of the blog post: His Old Lady With The Shoe"AaArrRrGgGHhhh, AaArrRrGgGHhhh. AaArrRrGgGHhhh!!!" is a sound that only Chewbacca from Star Wars should make. "AaArrRrGgGHhhh!!!!!" is not the sound that a sane person makes. And "AaArrRrGgGHhhh!!!!!"  is not the sound that you want to hear from an angry woman with a shoe in her hand...&lt;br/&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://themaddater.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-thats-not-chewbacca-thats-angry.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>His Old Lady With The Shoe</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DiatribeOfAMadDater/~3/REIYdTsawug/his-old-lady-with-shoe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Mad Dater)</author><pubDate>Sun, 19 Feb 2006 22:22:27 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-113982160860908766</guid><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>Nothing says, "Bitch! That's my husband" better than a being hit with a shoe.  Though from experience, I can also tell you that being hit with a shoe can also say: "Shut up, you smart ass kid". Especially if you start a sentence with: "Well if you wanted it done right, you should have done it yourself,"  and my mom is holding the shoe.Clearly, the...&lt;br/&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://themaddater.blogspot.com/2006/02/his-old-lady-with-shoe.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Still Missing My Dad</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DiatribeOfAMadDater/~3/vVrbUqG-BLA/still-missing-my-dad.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Mad Dater)</author><pubDate>Fri, 17 Feb 2006 08:41:49 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559109.post-113950560552726243</guid><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>I can't help but be a little jealous that He's Like a Brother to Me just got back from Jamaica. My dad had plans to spend his retirement in Jamaica.  Jamaica was supposed to be Our Place... Our Escape.He had retired last year and this period in his life was supposed to be the reward for all his years of working hard.  This was supposed to be the...&lt;br/&gt;
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