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	<title>Comments on: My Civic-Minded Posterior</title>
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		<title>By: Blue Collar Muse</title>
		<link>http://moorethoughts.com/2007/08/30/my-civic-minded-posterior/#comment-149681</link>
		<dc:creator>Blue Collar Muse</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 09 Sep 2007 12:54:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ms. Moore - 

I can think of no better way to get into trouble with your husband and with my wife than to spend any time at all contemplating the possible options your husband might have when referencing ANY portion of your (undoubtedly lovely) anatomy - let alone the one in question.

Therefore, while intentionally and studiously avoiding any such thoughts, allow me to say that I DO think this is one of the funniest and entertaining posts I've read in a while!!

Thanks,

Blue</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ms. Moore - </p>
<p>I can think of no better way to get into trouble with your husband and with my wife than to spend any time at all contemplating the possible options your husband might have when referencing ANY portion of your (undoubtedly lovely) anatomy - let alone the one in question.</p>
<p>Therefore, while intentionally and studiously avoiding any such thoughts, allow me to say that I DO think this is one of the funniest and entertaining posts I&#8217;ve read in a while!!</p>
<p>Thanks,</p>
<p>Blue</p>
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		<title>By: Matt</title>
		<link>http://moorethoughts.com/2007/08/30/my-civic-minded-posterior/#comment-147237</link>
		<dc:creator>Matt</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Sep 2007 00:51:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Knowing Nathan I inserted the word "ba-donka-donk" in referring to where Catherine's sticker ended up.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Knowing Nathan I inserted the word &#8220;ba-donka-donk&#8221; in referring to where Catherine&#8217;s sticker ended up.</p>
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		<title>By: Volunteer Voters &#187; Rump Republicans</title>
		<link>http://moorethoughts.com/2007/08/30/my-civic-minded-posterior/#comment-147115</link>
		<dc:creator>Volunteer Voters &#187; Rump Republicans</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Aug 2007 12:20:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] Sarah Moore shares her voting experience: As we exited the library, I noticed that Catherine no longer had her sticker. I assumed it had fallen on the floor at some point, but allowed myself to absorb my guilt for littering and continued on towards the parking lot. It was not until Nathan got home several hours later and said, “Why do you have an “I Voted” sticker on your ___?” (please insert whichever word you believe my husband used to indicate the body part on which I sit), that I realized the fate of my daughter’s sticker. My guess is that the sticker ended up on my backside during the fluid motion that occurs when she has her arms wrapped around my leg and I reach down to pick her up.   Share and Enjoy: These icons link to social bookmarking sites where readers can share and discover new web pages. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] Sarah Moore shares her voting experience: As we exited the library, I noticed that Catherine no longer had her sticker. I assumed it had fallen on the floor at some point, but allowed myself to absorb my guilt for littering and continued on towards the parking lot. It was not until Nathan got home several hours later and said, “Why do you have an “I Voted” sticker on your ___?” (please insert whichever word you believe my husband used to indicate the body part on which I sit), that I realized the fate of my daughter’s sticker. My guess is that the sticker ended up on my backside during the fluid motion that occurs when she has her arms wrapped around my leg and I reach down to pick her up.   Share and Enjoy: These icons link to social bookmarking sites where readers can share and discover new web pages. [...]</p>
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