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	<title>Comments on: White Trash Woman</title>
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		<title>By: Adrienne</title>
		<link>http://hannihaus.com/2005/07/28/white-trash-woman/comment-page-1/#comment-111</link>
		<dc:creator>Adrienne</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Oct 2005 00:48:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>We have white trash nieghbors too - only they&#039;re actually native americans, I think, due to the reservation plates on their Late 80s Rusted Dodge Minivan With The Red Plastic Taped Over Where The Tail Lights Used To Be And All The Fast Food Bags Piled Up In The Back. When we first moved in the girl was very preggers, but now they have a baby and a little boy. When they open their door you can hear the garbage and toys being pushed out of the way by the door. When they leave their apartment they often drag behind them burger king hamburger foils and Quiznos wrapper pieces stuck to the bottom of their shoes. And did I mention that they both frequently go out after their kids are sleeping (one being only about 3 and the other about a month old) and don&#039;t return until almost morning? They must be out at mcdonalds, waiting for the mcmuffins to be ready.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We have white trash nieghbors too &#8211; only they&#8217;re actually native americans, I think, due to the reservation plates on their Late 80s Rusted Dodge Minivan With The Red Plastic Taped Over Where The Tail Lights Used To Be And All The Fast Food Bags Piled Up In The Back. When we first moved in the girl was very preggers, but now they have a baby and a little boy. When they open their door you can hear the garbage and toys being pushed out of the way by the door. When they leave their apartment they often drag behind them burger king hamburger foils and Quiznos wrapper pieces stuck to the bottom of their shoes. And did I mention that they both frequently go out after their kids are sleeping (one being only about 3 and the other about a month old) and don&#8217;t return until almost morning? They must be out at mcdonalds, waiting for the mcmuffins to be ready.</p>
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		<title>By: Kelly</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kelly</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Jul 2005 20:39:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ha, I have a white trash, morbidly obese customer who lives with a native american slob. When you go into there house there&#039;s nothing but food laying around. Bowls of food that haven&#039;t bee n touched but for a couple of bites. With more bowls of food sitting on top of them. A room that you can&#039;t even walk into because it&#039;s full of stuff for &quot;charity&quot;. Who know where it really goes. But the pile is above your head. Eh, I&#039;m going to save the clincher for later. It&#039;s sounding like a good entry for my blog.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ha, I have a white trash, morbidly obese customer who lives with a native american slob. When you go into there house there&#8217;s nothing but food laying around. Bowls of food that haven&#8217;t bee n touched but for a couple of bites. With more bowls of food sitting on top of them. A room that you can&#8217;t even walk into because it&#8217;s full of stuff for &#8220;charity&#8221;. Who know where it really goes. But the pile is above your head. Eh, I&#8217;m going to save the clincher for later. It&#8217;s sounding like a good entry for my blog.</p>
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