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	<title>Comments on: Show #80: We Meet At Last</title>
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		<title>By: Anonymous</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Aug 2006 03:14:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Two Garbage stories:&lt;br/&gt;1)Once I saw Shirley Manson at Genna&#039;s, and she was looking at me oddly. I thought, for just a moment, that she was admiring my unique personal style, but then I realized I&#039;d bumped into her without noticing, and didn&#039;t say &#039;sorry&#039;, and that she was giving me a &quot;what&#039;s wrong with YOU, bitch?&quot; look. Oops.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;2)Pre-Garbage, I walked to Jenifer St. Market in a snow storm and Duke Erikson laughed at me in the soup aisle. I really disliked him for years but finally see how I probably looked pretty funny - there was a ton of snow in my hair because I wasn&#039;t wearing a hat and my coat didn&#039;t have a hood.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Both of those stories are about my vanity, aren&#039;t they? Don&#039;t say anything!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The D.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Two Garbage stories:<br />1)Once I saw Shirley Manson at Genna&#8217;s, and she was looking at me oddly. I thought, for just a moment, that she was admiring my unique personal style, but then I realized I&#8217;d bumped into her without noticing, and didn&#8217;t say &#8217;sorry&#8217;, and that she was giving me a &#8220;what&#8217;s wrong with YOU, bitch?&#8221; look. Oops.</p>
<p>2)Pre-Garbage, I walked to Jenifer St. Market in a snow storm and Duke Erikson laughed at me in the soup aisle. I really disliked him for years but finally see how I probably looked pretty funny &#8211; there was a ton of snow in my hair because I wasn&#8217;t wearing a hat and my coat didn&#8217;t have a hood.</p>
<p>Both of those stories are about my vanity, aren&#8217;t they? Don&#8217;t say anything!</p>
<p>The D.</p>
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