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	<title>Comments on: January 8th, 2008</title>
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		<title>By: Stew</title>
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		<dc:creator>Stew</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Jan 2008 14:24:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>We have a wooden fake clock with hands.  Instead of numbers 1-12 every number is 5.  It says on it, &#039;No Drinking till after 5&#039;.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We have a wooden fake clock with hands.  Instead of numbers 1-12 every number is 5.  It says on it, &#8216;No Drinking till after 5&#8242;.</p>
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		<title>By: Beth</title>
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		<dc:creator>Beth</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Jan 2008 15:37:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I remember the bartendar fondly.  My great uncle had one and as a kid I loved to watch it turn red and have smoke come out of the ears.

When my great uncle died, I searched ebay, found one and purchased it in his memory.

Now my kid can enjoy the antics of the bartender.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I remember the bartendar fondly.  My great uncle had one and as a kid I loved to watch it turn red and have smoke come out of the ears.</p>
<p>When my great uncle died, I searched ebay, found one and purchased it in his memory.</p>
<p>Now my kid can enjoy the antics of the bartender.</p>
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		<title>By: Moon</title>
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		<dc:creator>Moon</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Jan 2008 14:54:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>When I was a kid, we had one of those Charlie Weaver Bartender thingies. (#1 on the right in the Drunkest Generation)

It was great fun! Charlie Weaver would shake up the martini, pour it into a glass and drink it. Smoke would come out of his ears and his nose would turn red!</description>
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<p>It was great fun! Charlie Weaver would shake up the martini, pour it into a glass and drink it. Smoke would come out of his ears and his nose would turn red!</p>
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