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	<title>Comments on: Friday Happy Hour: Wild Accusations, eBay Advice &amp; Camp Stories</title>
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		<title>By: Pearl</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/15018/comment-page-2#comment-74687</link>
		<dc:creator>Pearl</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 21 May 2008 17:58:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>1.  I had emergency surgery when I was 18 or so.  My boss accused me of scheduling my EMERGENCY surgery so that it would interfere with her vacation time.

2.  I got nothin&#039;.  My husband is the queer eye in our house.

3.  You could use them to decorate the Brooklyn office....</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>1.  I had emergency surgery when I was 18 or so.  My boss accused me of scheduling my EMERGENCY surgery so that it would interfere with her vacation time.</p>
<p>2.  I got nothin&#8217;.  My husband is the queer eye in our house.</p>
<p>3.  You could use them to decorate the Brooklyn office&#8230;.</p>
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		<title>By: grover</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/15018/comment-page-2#comment-74601</link>
		<dc:creator>grover</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 21 May 2008 09:39:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>1. Apparently, I cut down two of my neighbors mangy little trees around the holiday season when I was 12. 

Except we didn&#039;t own a saw at the time.

And I was over 50 miles away at my aunt&#039;s house.

Gotta love crazy neighbors though!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>1. Apparently, I cut down two of my neighbors mangy little trees around the holiday season when I was 12. </p>
<p>Except we didn&#8217;t own a saw at the time.</p>
<p>And I was over 50 miles away at my aunt&#8217;s house.</p>
<p>Gotta love crazy neighbors though!</p>
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		<title>By: Scot</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/15018/comment-page-2#comment-74392</link>
		<dc:creator>Scot</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2008 20:50:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I took off early from work one day to enjoy the beautiful weather and told my wife I was going to pick up our son from school and get ice cream. So I find my son at school and we hop into my car to head to the ice cream shop. We see three of his buddies and I pull over and ask them if they want to go too. They say &quot;yes!&quot; and off we go. We get about 200 yards when I get pulled over by no less than 3 police cars responding to a strange man picking up children with offers for ice cream. I was escorted from my car, we were all interviewed and after about 30 minutes we were released. By this time my enthusiasm for ice cream was gone and we all just went home- to waiting parents who were waiting for their kids to come home after hearing about some stranger picking up kids near the school. This was three years ago and I still owe those boys an ice cream.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I took off early from work one day to enjoy the beautiful weather and told my wife I was going to pick up our son from school and get ice cream. So I find my son at school and we hop into my car to head to the ice cream shop. We see three of his buddies and I pull over and ask them if they want to go too. They say &#8220;yes!&#8221; and off we go. We get about 200 yards when I get pulled over by no less than 3 police cars responding to a strange man picking up children with offers for ice cream. I was escorted from my car, we were all interviewed and after about 30 minutes we were released. By this time my enthusiasm for ice cream was gone and we all just went home- to waiting parents who were waiting for their kids to come home after hearing about some stranger picking up kids near the school. This was three years ago and I still owe those boys an ice cream.</p>
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		<title>By: susan</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/15018/comment-page-2#comment-74377</link>
		<dc:creator>susan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2008 18:30:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>1)  When I was 17, I was dating a 21 year old guy who started freaking out and accused me of being an undercover cop who was trying to bust him for some raving he did back in the day. He told me he was moving to St. Louis to get away and immediately cut all connection from me one day. 5 years later he contacted me on yahoo messenger and suggested that me and him hangout sometime. yeah, right.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>1)  When I was 17, I was dating a 21 year old guy who started freaking out and accused me of being an undercover cop who was trying to bust him for some raving he did back in the day. He told me he was moving to St. Louis to get away and immediately cut all connection from me one day. 5 years later he contacted me on yahoo messenger and suggested that me and him hangout sometime. yeah, right.</p>
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		<title>By: Nick</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/15018/comment-page-2#comment-74324</link>
		<dc:creator>Nick</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2008 14:47:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Find as many maps from National Geographic as you can, and cover the walls, or frame them and arrange in an artful way.....It&#039;s something I always wanted to do, but haven&#039;t gotten around to actually completing.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Find as many maps from National Geographic as you can, and cover the walls, or frame them and arrange in an artful way&#8230;..It&#8217;s something I always wanted to do, but haven&#8217;t gotten around to actually completing.</p>
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		<title>By: Bethany</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/15018/comment-page-2#comment-74323</link>
		<dc:creator>Bethany</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2008 14:46:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m with Jenny; Book Crossing is a great way to get rid of books.  I always have one with me in my car.  I leave them in waiting rooms all over the place, like when I am getting my oil changed or at the doctors office.  I also like leaving books at the airport.  Some of my books I&#039;ve left have made it to Europe.  

Another great place to give books is retirement homes, they will take pretty much anything if it is in relatively good condition.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m with Jenny; Book Crossing is a great way to get rid of books.  I always have one with me in my car.  I leave them in waiting rooms all over the place, like when I am getting my oil changed or at the doctors office.  I also like leaving books at the airport.  Some of my books I&#8217;ve left have made it to Europe.  </p>
<p>Another great place to give books is retirement homes, they will take pretty much anything if it is in relatively good condition.</p>
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		<title>By: Heather</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/15018/comment-page-2#comment-74313</link>
		<dc:creator>Heather</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2008 13:44:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>1. I took a class on how to find a full-time job when I was a senior in college. One week, we had to make an appointment with our teacher and do a mock interview. Well, I showed up 15 minutes early to my appointment. Then, the teacher rushed me through my scheduled 30 minutes so that we were done in half the time. I was a little disapointed.
The next day, I get an e-mail from the teacher, scolding me for not showing up for my appointment and telling me that it was so unprofessional and wouldn&#039;t fly in the &quot;real world.&quot; And that it would affect my grade.
She got a nice little response from me and went on to apologize for mixing me up with another Heather in the class, even though I gave her a copy of my resume with my last name on it at our meeting! Geez.
2. Old school magazine covers sounds like a good decorating idea. How about some funky frames to display covers of mental_floss?
4. I know someone who went to a nudist camp. They took a panoramic group picture. Creepy...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>1. I took a class on how to find a full-time job when I was a senior in college. One week, we had to make an appointment with our teacher and do a mock interview. Well, I showed up 15 minutes early to my appointment. Then, the teacher rushed me through my scheduled 30 minutes so that we were done in half the time. I was a little disapointed.<br />
The next day, I get an e-mail from the teacher, scolding me for not showing up for my appointment and telling me that it was so unprofessional and wouldn&#8217;t fly in the &#8220;real world.&#8221; And that it would affect my grade.<br />
She got a nice little response from me and went on to apologize for mixing me up with another Heather in the class, even though I gave her a copy of my resume with my last name on it at our meeting! Geez.<br />
2. Old school magazine covers sounds like a good decorating idea. How about some funky frames to display covers of mental_floss?<br />
4. I know someone who went to a nudist camp. They took a panoramic group picture. Creepy&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Suzeo</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/15018/comment-page-2#comment-74288</link>
		<dc:creator>Suzeo</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2008 05:00:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I concur with the suggestions to donate the books to a jail.  

Love the idea of decorating your office with cheesy autographs! Comic books would be good, too.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I concur with the suggestions to donate the books to a jail.  </p>
<p>Love the idea of decorating your office with cheesy autographs! Comic books would be good, too.</p>
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		<title>By: Ana</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/15018/comment-page-2#comment-74283</link>
		<dc:creator>Ana</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2008 04:16:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This isn&#039;t so much an accusation as a rumor gone crazy, but I thought I&#039;d share it anyway. I work at a 7 Eleven, and a few days ago, two teenage girls were hit by a car as they were crossing the road right outside my workplace. Naturally, traffic stopped and we were all watching and waiting, hoping the girls were okay. The girls are fine (some broken bones but nothing fatal), but before I found out that they were okay, I called a friend of mine and told him about what had happened. At the time, it looked like one of the girls might have died (her body laid in the road for a good ten minutes), so I told him that. The following night, I went to a party, only to be greeted by a group of people saying, &quot;Dude, we heard you killed someone with your car!!!&quot;

I am known as a bad driver, so this is not entirely far fetched, but it&#039;s pretty scary to be accused of killing someone, even if you know it&#039;s not even remotely true.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This isn&#8217;t so much an accusation as a rumor gone crazy, but I thought I&#8217;d share it anyway. I work at a 7 Eleven, and a few days ago, two teenage girls were hit by a car as they were crossing the road right outside my workplace. Naturally, traffic stopped and we were all watching and waiting, hoping the girls were okay. The girls are fine (some broken bones but nothing fatal), but before I found out that they were okay, I called a friend of mine and told him about what had happened. At the time, it looked like one of the girls might have died (her body laid in the road for a good ten minutes), so I told him that. The following night, I went to a party, only to be greeted by a group of people saying, &#8220;Dude, we heard you killed someone with your car!!!&#8221;</p>
<p>I am known as a bad driver, so this is not entirely far fetched, but it&#8217;s pretty scary to be accused of killing someone, even if you know it&#8217;s not even remotely true.</p>
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		<title>By: nikki</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/15018/comment-page-2#comment-74276</link>
		<dc:creator>nikki</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2008 00:15:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Pocket the $50 and just decorate the walls with pages from your books.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Pocket the $50 and just decorate the walls with pages from your books.</p>
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