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	<title>Comments on: Lightning Does Strike Twice&#8230;</title>
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		<title>By: sugarpotpie</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 15:07:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What a great story. Thanks Ryan. How about doing a guest blog for me?</description>
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		<title>By: River Rat 100</title>
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		<dc:creator>River Rat 100</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 22:11:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Sounds like my first adventure &quot;STEALING&quot; my dad&#039;s old Chevy Luv Truck while he was at the BYU night game.  (I was 14).  Had 5 people in the Cab and 10 in the bed.  Slammed on the break and one of the innocent victims in the Cab cracked the windshield with his head.  I quickly got rid of all the misfits in the truck, went home, parked the truck outside the garage (where it usually is parked) and then egged the windshield until it looked like some of the sherwood hills gang had thrown eggs at the windshield and broken it. It was 9:30pm and I was sure he wouldn&#039;t see it until the next morning. About 4am, I woke up feeling guilty that I was trying to deceive my dad (I&#039;ve almost forgotten what it&#039;s like to have a conscience).  Anyway, the guilt got to me so I went outside at 4am and scrubbed the windshield clean of any egg debris. Went back upstairs knowing that I was going to get some serious punishment when my Dad saw the broken windshield and heard the truth of how I had taken the truck for a joyride.

9am:  RYAN,  RYAN WHAT THE HELL!!!   I woke up, went downstairs ready to admit my wrongdoing, when he yelled.  DAMNIT Ryan, when were you going to tell me about this!!  &quot;Dad, I....&quot;  Damnit, I&#039;ve told you a thousand times not to play basketball out here when there are cars parked in the driveway.  My Conscience tried to get me to tell the truth, but luckily I was able to mute the &quot;still small voice&quot; and I muttered &quot;I know dad, I&#039;m sorry, I was just trying to practice so I could make the high school team&quot;  I did feel guilty for lying for a couple minutes, but then quickly realized that I was a freaking Genius!  Instead of grounding me and being upset, he was proud of me for trying to get better so I could try out for the B-Ball team.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sounds like my first adventure &#8220;STEALING&#8221; my dad&#8217;s old Chevy Luv Truck while he was at the BYU night game.  (I was 14).  Had 5 people in the Cab and 10 in the bed.  Slammed on the break and one of the innocent victims in the Cab cracked the windshield with his head.  I quickly got rid of all the misfits in the truck, went home, parked the truck outside the garage (where it usually is parked) and then egged the windshield until it looked like some of the sherwood hills gang had thrown eggs at the windshield and broken it. It was 9:30pm and I was sure he wouldn&#8217;t see it until the next morning. About 4am, I woke up feeling guilty that I was trying to deceive my dad (I&#8217;ve almost forgotten what it&#8217;s like to have a conscience).  Anyway, the guilt got to me so I went outside at 4am and scrubbed the windshield clean of any egg debris. Went back upstairs knowing that I was going to get some serious punishment when my Dad saw the broken windshield and heard the truth of how I had taken the truck for a joyride.</p>
<p>9am:  RYAN,  RYAN WHAT THE HELL!!!   I woke up, went downstairs ready to admit my wrongdoing, when he yelled.  DAMNIT Ryan, when were you going to tell me about this!!  &#8220;Dad, I&#8230;.&#8221;  Damnit, I&#8217;ve told you a thousand times not to play basketball out here when there are cars parked in the driveway.  My Conscience tried to get me to tell the truth, but luckily I was able to mute the &#8220;still small voice&#8221; and I muttered &#8220;I know dad, I&#8217;m sorry, I was just trying to practice so I could make the high school team&#8221;  I did feel guilty for lying for a couple minutes, but then quickly realized that I was a freaking Genius!  Instead of grounding me and being upset, he was proud of me for trying to get better so I could try out for the B-Ball team.</p>
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		<title>By: El Zorro</title>
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		<dc:creator>El Zorro</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 22:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Yeah, but the kid does know how to flambe a sweet creme brulee!</description>
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