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<pubDate>Wed, 07 May 2008 15:20:12 -0800</pubDate>
<description>&lt;p&gt;I&apos;m friends with the band The Albert Square.  They rock.  It will be a fantastic show with hotties galore (myself included).&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 07 May 2008 15:20:03 -0800</pubDate>
<description>&lt;p&gt;I saw something yesterday that just blew my mind.

I was walking down 14th Street approaching Church Street in San Francisco.  There&apos;s a restaurant right there called Home, and on the 14th street wall of the restaraunt there is a bus shelter.  The smelliest homeless man I&apos;ve ever encountered lives in that shelter.  If you are closer than half a block from him you can smell his putrid/rancid/fecal stench in your nostrils, punching you in the face.  His overwhelming stench has resulted in many a half block of held breaths.

Anyway, yesterday morning on the way to the subway I was walking past the bus stop and there was prince charming, like every morning, sleeping by sitting on the bus stop&apos;s colapsable mini seat, head resting on the handle of his shopping cart, a sheet covering him and part of his shopping cart.   The sheet did not go all the way to the ground though, his legs were visible from the shin down... and it was raining/pouring, urine underneath him, as though some magical urine cloud had a micro cell burst underneath his blanket.   

The urine at first pooled and then began to make a rushing stream down the sidewalk  for several yards before it&apos;s diagnal path finally put it over the edge into the gutter.

San Francisco.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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