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		<title>by: poohpapa</title>
		<link>http://hogwild.net/hogblog/2006/02/13/my-valentines-day-story/#comment-10</link>
		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2006 11:44:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>dude, semen? that's just nasty. otherwise great story. just emailed the quiz to 3 of my friends.</description>
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		<title>by: JrFred</title>
		<link>http://hogwild.net/hogblog/2006/02/13/my-valentines-day-story/#comment-9</link>
		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2006 11:41:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Star Jones dressed as Cupid gives me a severe case of the chills. Anyway, angels are supposed to be able to fly. There are no wings strong enough to lift her fat ass off the ground!</description>
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		<title>by: hilder</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2006 11:39:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>what are corrupt buttocks? and where can i get my hands on some? :)</description>
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		<title>by: ernieAZ</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2006 11:37:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>a long stemmed cactus??? that would hurt! LOL!</description>
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		<title>by: 1handDan</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2006 11:29:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>nice

check out my story. i think i got you beat, hog.

Here's Your HogWild Valentine's Day Story!

Valentine's Day is a time to show Kate all your love. Usually this is done with stinky socks and a romantic soup. 

Some common gifts include: a long-stemmed houseplant, chocolate candy bar, expensive cologne, and a card with a poem like: 
violet are gold
aliens are white
You are so hard
And you have really soft scrotum!

You might want to give Kate sexy nightgowns made of kevlary lace. What a sight that would be! scrotum spilling everywhere!

But first soup over soft firelight while your smooth seductive Mike Jones CD plays in the background. That song Lose Yourself always gets you in the mood. The scent of your lover's perfume excites you. It smells like zebra scrotum. How erotic!

That inspires you to tell her to meet you in the basement in just 179 minutes. You cover yourself from head to scrotum in hot chocolate while whistling We are the World. You tell her to come forward and lick the hot chocolate off your naked body-- especially the crevices of your scrotum. You whisper to her, 'Be my Valentine, sweet honeybuns-poo. Make me scream like a wild turtle who just got stuck in the scrotum with a rusty fork.' Your Lover then says, 'I want you to kiss my ass and call me Mr. Belvedere.' 

You ask 'Who's Mr. Belvedere? 'Oh that's my honeybuns' is the reply. Shocked and disgusted, you try to leave but you're already strapped to the sofa with handcuffs. You see her with a kevlar whip! You KNEW you should have listened to your cousin Harold and married a nice Cuban Brain Surgeon!

What a great story, 

That made me laugh harder than the time Star Jones dressed up as a big, bloated Cupid eating soup and wearing nothing but a kevlary diaper!

Now just cut and paste the story and share it with your friends. They'll think you are so soft.

Oh yeah, NICE poem! Since when does white rhyme with scrotum?!!

HA HA HA HA!!!!! i rule!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>nice</p>
<p>check out my story. i think i got you beat, hog.</p>
<p>Here&#8217;s Your HogWild Valentine&#8217;s Day Story!</p>
<p>Valentine&#8217;s Day is a time to show Kate all your love. Usually this is done with stinky socks and a romantic soup. </p>
<p>Some common gifts include: a long-stemmed houseplant, chocolate candy bar, expensive cologne, and a card with a poem like:<br />
violet are gold<br />
aliens are white<br />
You are so hard<br />
And you have really soft scrotum!</p>
<p>You might want to give Kate sexy nightgowns made of kevlary lace. What a sight that would be! scrotum spilling everywhere!</p>
<p>But first soup over soft firelight while your smooth seductive Mike Jones CD plays in the background. That song Lose Yourself always gets you in the mood. The scent of your lover&#8217;s perfume excites you. It smells like zebra scrotum. How erotic!</p>
<p>That inspires you to tell her to meet you in the basement in just 179 minutes. You cover yourself from head to scrotum in hot chocolate while whistling We are the World. You tell her to come forward and lick the hot chocolate off your naked body&#8211; especially the crevices of your scrotum. You whisper to her, &#8216;Be my Valentine, sweet honeybuns-poo. Make me scream like a wild turtle who just got stuck in the scrotum with a rusty fork.&#8217; Your Lover then says, &#8216;I want you to kiss my ass and call me Mr. Belvedere.&#8217; </p>
<p>You ask &#8216;Who&#8217;s Mr. Belvedere? &#8216;Oh that&#8217;s my honeybuns&#8217; is the reply. Shocked and disgusted, you try to leave but you&#8217;re already strapped to the sofa with handcuffs. You see her with a kevlar whip! You KNEW you should have listened to your cousin Harold and married a nice Cuban Brain Surgeon!</p>
<p>What a great story, </p>
<p>That made me laugh harder than the time Star Jones dressed up as a big, bloated Cupid eating soup and wearing nothing but a kevlary diaper!</p>
<p>Now just cut and paste the story and share it with your friends. They&#8217;ll think you are so soft.</p>
<p>Oh yeah, NICE poem! Since when does white rhyme with scrotum?!!</p>
<p>HA HA HA HA!!!!! i rule!
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