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	<title>Comments on: Oh Brother.</title>
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		<title>By: TexasRed</title>
		<link>http://room704.us/2009/03/675/comment-page-1/#comment-549</link>
		<dc:creator>TexasRed</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Apr 2009 14:32:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dude -- what can you say to those kinds of finds!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dude &#8212; what can you say to those kinds of finds!</p>
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		<title>By: Mrs. Flinger</title>
		<link>http://room704.us/2009/03/675/comment-page-1/#comment-508</link>
		<dc:creator>Mrs. Flinger</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Mar 2009 20:02:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>BUHAHAHA. OMG. Teh apple, it does not fall far, eh?

Also, the fact taht you used that picture is cracking my non-tampon ass up. FERREALZ.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>BUHAHAHA. OMG. Teh apple, it does not fall far, eh?</p>
<p>Also, the fact taht you used that picture is cracking my non-tampon ass up. FERREALZ.</p>
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		<title>By: bejewell</title>
		<link>http://room704.us/2009/03/675/comment-page-1/#comment-507</link>
		<dc:creator>bejewell</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Mar 2009 04:24:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I once found a shoebox in the very back of my mother&#039;s closet that contained unspeakable things.  So unspeakable that I will not speak of them here.  All I will say is that just the thought of these things, now, like 15 years later, makes me retch a little.  That should be enough.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I once found a shoebox in the very back of my mother&#8217;s closet that contained unspeakable things.  So unspeakable that I will not speak of them here.  All I will say is that just the thought of these things, now, like 15 years later, makes me retch a little.  That should be enough.</p>
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		<title>By: Gwynne</title>
		<link>http://room704.us/2009/03/675/comment-page-1/#comment-506</link>
		<dc:creator>Gwynne</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Mar 2009 03:22:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I found my mother&#039;s... toy... when I was about 11.  Had no clue at the time what it was for, but I did know what it was shaped like, and chased my sisters around the house threatening them with it.

My mother made sure her toys were much better hidden after that.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I found my mother&#8217;s&#8230; toy&#8230; when I was about 11.  Had no clue at the time what it was for, but I did know what it was shaped like, and chased my sisters around the house threatening them with it.</p>
<p>My mother made sure her toys were much better hidden after that.</p>
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		<title>By: Maternal Mirth</title>
		<link>http://room704.us/2009/03/675/comment-page-1/#comment-504</link>
		<dc:creator>Maternal Mirth</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 21:07:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I found my Pop&#039;s green stash in a heart-shaped chocolates box under the bed.  I mean, c&#039;mon!  I thought there might be chocolate ferchrissakes! However, I was much happier with my find than I would have been with just chocolate...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I found my Pop&#8217;s green stash in a heart-shaped chocolates box under the bed.  I mean, c&#8217;mon!  I thought there might be chocolate ferchrissakes! However, I was much happier with my find than I would have been with just chocolate&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: MariaV</title>
		<link>http://room704.us/2009/03/675/comment-page-1/#comment-503</link>
		<dc:creator>MariaV</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 20:22:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oops!  Sorry for the long comment.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oops!  Sorry for the long comment.</p>
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		<title>By: MariaV</title>
		<link>http://room704.us/2009/03/675/comment-page-1/#comment-502</link>
		<dc:creator>MariaV</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 20:21:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The only thing I ever snooped for were Christmas presents. :-)

My father was an avid photographer and left behind a huge collection of photographs and negatives when he and my mother divorced.  For some odd reason, my mother couldn&#039;t bring herself to throw away the boxes and suitcases full of the stuff.  I&#039;ve been a photographer at heart since I was a young girl and at 12 told my mother I wanted to go through the images and organize them.  She said she didn&#039;t care, I could throw them out if I wanted to do so.  I found lots of negatives of my mother naked and in lingere. :lol:

Also, around the same age I lived with my grandmother for awhile because my mother and I weren&#039;t getting along.  My younger sister lived with my uncle and my older sister remained with my mother.  My younger sister and I attended school closer to my mother&#039;s home and traveled to school by bus from our respective temporary homes and would meet in front of the school early so we could spend some time together.  One morning we decided we wanted to get a few things we had left behind, but absolutely needed and walked the two blocks to my mother&#039;s.  The house was quiet when we walked in and, knowing my mother was chronically late, decided to wake her up for work.  I opened her door and found her sleeping wrapped around her boyfriend.  I pushed my sister quickly out the front door. :-)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The only thing I ever snooped for were Christmas presents. <img src='http://room704.us/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':-)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>My father was an avid photographer and left behind a huge collection of photographs and negatives when he and my mother divorced.  For some odd reason, my mother couldn&#8217;t bring herself to throw away the boxes and suitcases full of the stuff.  I&#8217;ve been a photographer at heart since I was a young girl and at 12 told my mother I wanted to go through the images and organize them.  She said she didn&#8217;t care, I could throw them out if I wanted to do so.  I found lots of negatives of my mother naked and in lingere. <img src='http://room704.us/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_lol.gif' alt=':lol:' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>Also, around the same age I lived with my grandmother for awhile because my mother and I weren&#8217;t getting along.  My younger sister lived with my uncle and my older sister remained with my mother.  My younger sister and I attended school closer to my mother&#8217;s home and traveled to school by bus from our respective temporary homes and would meet in front of the school early so we could spend some time together.  One morning we decided we wanted to get a few things we had left behind, but absolutely needed and walked the two blocks to my mother&#8217;s.  The house was quiet when we walked in and, knowing my mother was chronically late, decided to wake her up for work.  I opened her door and found her sleeping wrapped around her boyfriend.  I pushed my sister quickly out the front door. <img src='http://room704.us/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':-)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Al_Pal</title>
		<link>http://room704.us/2009/03/675/comment-page-1/#comment-501</link>
		<dc:creator>Al_Pal</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 15:13:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh, man.  The last one is great.  :P</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh, man.  The last one is great.  <img src='http://room704.us/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_razz.gif' alt=':P' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: magpie</title>
		<link>http://room704.us/2009/03/675/comment-page-1/#comment-500</link>
		<dc:creator>magpie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 14:51:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Funny.

I found porn on my mother&#039;s computer...in the browser history.  It wasn&#039;t her, it was my brother.  Good thing she never really learned how to use the computer, &#039;cause she&#039;d have been horrified.  I emptied the cache, but not before I shared it with my sister.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Funny.</p>
<p>I found porn on my mother&#8217;s computer&#8230;in the browser history.  It wasn&#8217;t her, it was my brother.  Good thing she never really learned how to use the computer, &#8217;cause she&#8217;d have been horrified.  I emptied the cache, but not before I shared it with my sister.</p>
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		<title>By: Miss Grace</title>
		<link>http://room704.us/2009/03/675/comment-page-1/#comment-499</link>
		<dc:creator>Miss Grace</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 14:44:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>See, my dad grows his shit in the back yard, so it&#039;s not really a surprise or a secret.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>See, my dad grows his shit in the back yard, so it&#8217;s not really a surprise or a secret.</p>
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