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	<title>Comments on: Morning Cup of Links: Terminator vs. Robocop vs. Predator</title>
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		<title>By: bedhead</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/18172/comment-page-1#comment-94817</link>
		<dc:creator>bedhead</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Sep 2008 23:03:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Holy crap, I can totally relate to the Facebook ads story. I&#039;m getting married next month and for the last 18 months, I&#039;ve been getting bombarded with the &quot;Don&#039;t be a FAT BRIDE&quot; ads. No wonder why I feel like shit about myself four weeks away from the big day.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Holy crap, I can totally relate to the Facebook ads story. I&#8217;m getting married next month and for the last 18 months, I&#8217;ve been getting bombarded with the &#8220;Don&#8217;t be a FAT BRIDE&#8221; ads. No wonder why I feel like shit about myself four weeks away from the big day.</p>
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		<title>By: Claire</title>
		<link>http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/18172/comment-page-1#comment-94525</link>
		<dc:creator>Claire</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 15:10:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>first off, Facebook loves to tell me to lose weight.  if not lose weight it asks me to meet guys since i&#039;m apparently a lonely single girl. it pisses me off as well.  

second, i love my roommate.  we got paired randomly last year and can still manage to live together this year.  we aren&#039;t best friends but we get along without any problems.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>first off, Facebook loves to tell me to lose weight.  if not lose weight it asks me to meet guys since i&#8217;m apparently a lonely single girl. it pisses me off as well.  </p>
<p>second, i love my roommate.  we got paired randomly last year and can still manage to live together this year.  we aren&#8217;t best friends but we get along without any problems.</p>
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		<title>By: Beth</title>
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		<dc:creator>Beth</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 13:32:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My roommate was great freshman year.  She was NEVER there.  She went home EVERY weekend (seriously -- I think there were maybe 2 weekends in the entire year when she stayed) and plenty of times during the week she went home too (she only lived about 40 minutes away).  She transferred the next year.

My next roomate was my best buddy.  We quickly figured out that if we wanted to remain best buddies that we COULDN&quot;T room together.  So I switched rooms with another girl who happened to have a single.  And I lived happily ever after.  (although I miss my former roomie...Bettina if by some chance you&#039;re reading this, I miss ya buddy.)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My roommate was great freshman year.  She was NEVER there.  She went home EVERY weekend (seriously &#8212; I think there were maybe 2 weekends in the entire year when she stayed) and plenty of times during the week she went home too (she only lived about 40 minutes away).  She transferred the next year.</p>
<p>My next roomate was my best buddy.  We quickly figured out that if we wanted to remain best buddies that we COULDN&#8221;T room together.  So I switched rooms with another girl who happened to have a single.  And I lived happily ever after.  (although I miss my former roomie&#8230;Bettina if by some chance you&#8217;re reading this, I miss ya buddy.)</p>
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