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	<title>Comments on: rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes???</title>
	<link>http://www.pippikneesocks.com/blog/2006/06/27/rings-on-her-fingers-and-bells-on-her-shoes/</link>
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		<title>by: terri</title>
		<link>http://www.pippikneesocks.com/blog/2006/06/27/rings-on-her-fingers-and-bells-on-her-shoes/#comment-1772</link>
		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Jun 2006 03:50:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Oh I think that's hysterical!  What an utter poseur!  Sorry Babe, but I lived in Eugene during the years you describe, and you have screwed tht up big time!  Ann wasn't a Deadhead.  First of all, real deadheads don't have to tell you how big a deadhead they are.  She's one of those rich snob girls who pretended to be a deadhead so they could score free drugs and let their boobies hang out without threatening the old trust fund.  They spunged off the boys who would turn up in town two weeks before the Dead show, then stay until after Oregon Country Fair, and in the meantime drain the food banks and throw thheir oh so correct Nancy's Yogurt containers out of the back window of the oil burning VW Bus and defecate on public sidewalks during the night.  Real Deadheads carpooled in their well maintained vehicles (or bicycled), camped locally, picked up more trash than they left, and danced like God himself was playing.  They looked after kids like Ann and made sure they didn't hurt themselves.  Ann Coulter a deadhead?  Yeah, and I'm the freakin' Shaw of Iran.   (PS:  I saw Dylan &amp;#38; The Dead at Autzen Stadium.  Smoke that.)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh I think that&#8217;s hysterical!  What an utter poseur!  Sorry Babe, but I lived in Eugene during the years you describe, and you have screwed tht up big time!  Ann wasn&#8217;t a Deadhead.  First of all, real deadheads don&#8217;t have to tell you how big a deadhead they are.  She&#8217;s one of those rich snob girls who pretended to be a deadhead so they could score free drugs and let their boobies hang out without threatening the old trust fund.  They spunged off the boys who would turn up in town two weeks before the Dead show, then stay until after Oregon Country Fair, and in the meantime drain the food banks and throw thheir oh so correct Nancy&#8217;s Yogurt containers out of the back window of the oil burning VW Bus and defecate on public sidewalks during the night.  Real Deadheads carpooled in their well maintained vehicles (or bicycled), camped locally, picked up more trash than they left, and danced like God himself was playing.  They looked after kids like Ann and made sure they didn&#8217;t hurt themselves.  Ann Coulter a deadhead?  Yeah, and I&#8217;m the freakin&#8217; Shaw of Iran.   (PS:  I saw Dylan &amp; The Dead at Autzen Stadium.  Smoke that.)
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		<title>by: Amanda</title>
		<link>http://www.pippikneesocks.com/blog/2006/06/27/rings-on-her-fingers-and-bells-on-her-shoes/#comment-1767</link>
		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Jun 2006 22:26:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>I LOVE that fiber!  The one you've got on the bobbin!  Gorgeous!  Beautiful!  Sunny bright and beautiful (can you tell it's been raining here for about a week and I'm going stir crazy?!)  I was wondering, too, as someone who's got to get a job to keep paying for the stuff I'm buying from you (tee hee!) how do you get those gorgeous deep browns?  I have lanaset straight brown, but I can't seem to get it dark enough.  What's your secret (if you don't mind sharing!)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I LOVE that fiber!  The one you&#8217;ve got on the bobbin!  Gorgeous!  Beautiful!  Sunny bright and beautiful (can you tell it&#8217;s been raining here for about a week and I&#8217;m going stir crazy?!)  I was wondering, too, as someone who&#8217;s got to get a job to keep paying for the stuff I&#8217;m buying from you (tee hee!) how do you get those gorgeous deep browns?  I have lanaset straight brown, but I can&#8217;t seem to get it dark enough.  What&#8217;s your secret (if you don&#8217;t mind sharing!)
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		<title>by: Shelly</title>
		<link>http://www.pippikneesocks.com/blog/2006/06/27/rings-on-her-fingers-and-bells-on-her-shoes/#comment-1729</link>
		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Jun 2006 03:37:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>I think you're on a element kick because this yarn looks like sunshine!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I think you&#8217;re on a element kick because this yarn looks like sunshine!
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		<title>by: Mike E</title>
		<link>http://www.pippikneesocks.com/blog/2006/06/27/rings-on-her-fingers-and-bells-on-her-shoes/#comment-1725</link>
		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Jun 2006 02:04:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>You know it, I know it, but the dumb bitch won't lend herself a little credibility by admitting:

She &lt;i&gt;found Jesus Christ&lt;/i&gt; somewhere around the disco bus back at Eugene '94. Then ran into the ol' JC a few more times on East Coast summer...

Yeah, I bet she smoked the ass out of some ecstacy pills, too.

Nice to have you around, pippi. Don't see a lot of Your Kind at my gig...drunk drivers, degenerate gamblers &amp;#38; people trying to pluck a Dexadrine from the picture -- yep. We got them.

But you're the first knitter. stop by anytime...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You know it, I know it, but the dumb bitch won&#8217;t lend herself a little credibility by admitting:</p>
<p>She <i>found Jesus Christ</i> somewhere around the disco bus back at Eugene &#8216;94. Then ran into the ol&#8217; JC a few more times on East Coast summer&#8230;</p>
<p>Yeah, I bet she smoked the ass out of some ecstacy pills, too.</p>
<p>Nice to have you around, pippi. Don&#8217;t see a lot of Your Kind at my gig&#8230;drunk drivers, degenerate gamblers &amp; people trying to pluck a Dexadrine from the picture &#8212; yep. We got them.</p>
<p>But you&#8217;re the first knitter. stop by anytime&#8230;
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		<title>by: Amy Boogie</title>
		<link>http://www.pippikneesocks.com/blog/2006/06/27/rings-on-her-fingers-and-bells-on-her-shoes/#comment-1696</link>
		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Jun 2006 15:15:24 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>I went through and tried to read the interviewed. Oh how I tried. I'd be amazed if there was a grain of truth in any of it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I went through and tried to read the interviewed. Oh how I tried. I&#8217;d be amazed if there was a grain of truth in any of it.
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		<title>by: The Feminist Mafia</title>
		<link>http://www.pippikneesocks.com/blog/2006/06/27/rings-on-her-fingers-and-bells-on-her-shoes/#comment-1690</link>
		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Jun 2006 13:32:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.pippikneesocks.com/blog/2006/06/27/rings-on-her-fingers-and-bells-on-her-shoes/#comment-1690</guid>
					<description>It's true.  Everyone remembers their first show too (Buffalo Bills stadium (which was a little trippy) - 1993). And that assertion that she didn't do any drugs - pa-leeez.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It&#8217;s true.  Everyone remembers their first show too (Buffalo Bills stadium (which was a little trippy) - 1993). And that assertion that she didn&#8217;t do any drugs - pa-leeez.
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