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	<title>Comments on: SIN BIN</title>
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		<title>By: Sir Scruffles</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Mar 2007 21:10:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I hear you! My people were so naive they bought a corner lot. Next to a city sidewalk.

That fat bastard with the gun that was harrassing you? Well I think he travels because he was besides MY fence next to MY yard!

My mother, she called for me. I heed her not. Its like she is sooo dense she cant figure out I will come in when I am good and ready. So because I am the mighty beast of my yard I had to brak obsecenties at that punk.

My dad, John tried to catch me and drag me back in. He must be slow too ( in more ways than one ) So he finally gave up and realized it was easier to chase the fat gun weilding evolutionary slime away than to trap me back in!

Ha! And now some Pit Bull thinks HE has the right to walk on MY sidewalk near my house too. He doesnt want to make me open this can of whoop ass on him...

Keep it real wolfman!

Sir Scruffles
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I hear you! My people were so naive they bought a corner lot. Next to a city sidewalk.</p>
<p>That fat bastard with the gun that was harrassing you? Well I think he travels because he was besides MY fence next to MY yard!</p>
<p>My mother, she called for me. I heed her not. Its like she is sooo dense she cant figure out I will come in when I am good and ready. So because I am the mighty beast of my yard I had to brak obsecenties at that punk.</p>
<p>My dad, John tried to catch me and drag me back in. He must be slow too ( in more ways than one ) So he finally gave up and realized it was easier to chase the fat gun weilding evolutionary slime away than to trap me back in!</p>
<p>Ha! And now some Pit Bull thinks HE has the right to walk on MY sidewalk near my house too. He doesnt want to make me open this can of whoop ass on him&#8230;</p>
<p>Keep it real wolfman!</p>
<p>Sir Scruffles</p>
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