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	<title>Comments on: I&#8217;m Not Lovin&#8217; It</title>
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		<title>By: Biz</title>
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		<dc:creator>Biz</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Dec 2008 02:32:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ha!  I forgot about the finger nail incident Mom!</description>
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		<title>By: Kim</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kim</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Dec 2008 12:46:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My parents had a favorite steak house they liked to take my sister and me to when we were little. At one point, I became obsessed with eating chicken. I saw &quot;chicken fried steak&quot; on the menu at the steak house, and I ordered it. To this day, I&#039;m not sure if it was bad gravy or bad steak, but something about it was BAD, and I threw up for two days.

Needless to say, I&#039;ve been off the chicken-fried steak (and mostly anything fried and smothered in gravy for that matter) ever since. Just thinking about it makes me feel all hurly.

Oh, and I&#039;ve also left a restaurant because the waiter or another patron was sporting some seriously rampant, mutant B.O.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My parents had a favorite steak house they liked to take my sister and me to when we were little. At one point, I became obsessed with eating chicken. I saw &#8220;chicken fried steak&#8221; on the menu at the steak house, and I ordered it. To this day, I&#8217;m not sure if it was bad gravy or bad steak, but something about it was BAD, and I threw up for two days.</p>
<p>Needless to say, I&#8217;ve been off the chicken-fried steak (and mostly anything fried and smothered in gravy for that matter) ever since. Just thinking about it makes me feel all hurly.</p>
<p>Oh, and I&#8217;ve also left a restaurant because the waiter or another patron was sporting some seriously rampant, mutant B.O.</p>
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		<title>By: Lyn</title>
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		<dc:creator>Lyn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Dec 2008 00:56:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Two weeks ago we ordered Indian food. We all ate heartily. The next day my nephew warmed the leftovers and found two HUGE clumps of &quot;something&quot;... something rotten and black looking with HAIR. OMG, I feel like throwing up even now just THINKING of ever eating that stuff again. UGHHH!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Two weeks ago we ordered Indian food. We all ate heartily. The next day my nephew warmed the leftovers and found two HUGE clumps of &#8220;something&#8221;&#8230; something rotten and black looking with HAIR. OMG, I feel like throwing up even now just THINKING of ever eating that stuff again. UGHHH!</p>
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		<title>By: Over the Cubicle Wall</title>
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		<dc:creator>Over the Cubicle Wall</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Dec 2008 00:40:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Piece of a rubber pencil eraser in a hot dog from a street stand.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Piece of a rubber pencil eraser in a hot dog from a street stand.</p>
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		<title>By: Jerry</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jerry</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Dec 2008 23:05:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I once found part of a painted fingernail in a cantaloupe half at a Howard Johnsons.  When I brought it to the waitress&#039;s attention, I checked out her hand and realized it was broken off from her fingernail.   I didn&#039;t get sick because I didn&#039;t eat it.... the nail or the cantaloupe.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I once found part of a painted fingernail in a cantaloupe half at a Howard Johnsons.  When I brought it to the waitress&#8217;s attention, I checked out her hand and realized it was broken off from her fingernail.   I didn&#8217;t get sick because I didn&#8217;t eat it&#8230;. the nail or the cantaloupe.</p>
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