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    <title>This is a Hostile Takover</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.barbyandbrad.com/images/evil-darb.jpg" alt="I am Darb!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahaah....Brad's evil twin Darb has taken over. I am evil, I will prevail! None shall stop me. &lt;maniacal laughter="laughter"&gt;</content>
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    <title>Is this thing on?</title>
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    <content type="html">I figure that it's time I posted something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be short, I'm typing this on a Mac and I'm pretty sure my fingers are beginning to rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, married life rocks.  I run around the apartment screaming random song lyric and my demands for that nights menu.  There are apparently three meals a day, all of which I participate in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new job is being my wife's assistant.  That's right, I've once again managed to find a job with a very vague description that still pays the bills.</content>
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