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	<title>Comments on: &#8220;You&#8217;re a disgrace to Tauren culture,&#8221; said the shaman Lolhamburger</title>
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		<title>By: OriginalSultan</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2008 20:03:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I don't play WoW, but I make chainmail for cats" - Montana Baker

This was my favorite.

I also liked:

“Capt. Dicks McBonerdong reporting, sir!” “What… class are you… exactly?” - Sylvester Rossi</description>
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<p>This was my favorite.</p>
<p>I also liked:</p>
<p>“Capt. Dicks McBonerdong reporting, sir!” “What… class are you… exactly?” - Sylvester Rossi</p>
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		<title>By: Bartoneus</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2008 18:08:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Cries notwithstanding, the thunderous pounding of feet was unmistakable: "Murlocs."

Goldshire stank, like cheap sex and the ego of newbs.

I like those two in particular.  I am not surprised at all that my entry doesn't stack up, but it IS based on a true story (that Steve the Foodist is responsible for):

She awoke, naked, in Blackrock Spire with her hearthstone gone.</description>
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<p>Goldshire stank, like cheap sex and the ego of newbs.</p>
<p>I like those two in particular.  I am not surprised at all that my entry doesn&#8217;t stack up, but it IS based on a true story (that Steve the Foodist is responsible for):</p>
<p>She awoke, naked, in Blackrock Spire with her hearthstone gone.</p>
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