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	<title>Comments on: Love is in Blum – I Don&#8217;t Burt Anymore</title>
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	<description>A veritable cornucopia of entertainment drenched in frivolity.</description>
	<pubDate>Mon, 08 Sep 2008 12:04:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Jeff</title>
		<link>http://www.the-scoremagazine.com/archives/58#comment-59</link>
		<dc:creator>Jeff</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 00:22:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>"Listen, Jeff. You’re a classy guy — that is, if you define class as being a freaky-deaky who’s been in a movie or two. I know how to handle my meat just fine, son — just ask Dinah Shore, okay? Just ask Loni Anderson or any of the other fine ladies I managed to bag in the 1970s. I know how to handle meat. I’m not sure the same can be said of you, since the last time I saw you and Chuck Heston in the same place, you were drunk, with your willie out, pissing all over Tom Cruise’s flower bed, singing “We’ll Meet Again” at the top of your lungs. You call that class? Dom Deluise — that’s class." -- From that arse, Burt Reynolds. You listen up Burt-- you're a fad, man. Your moustache makes me sick. I have a weekly column-- what do you have? A bagel and cream cheese with a christmas themed tie? You're nothing Reynolds.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;Listen, Jeff. You’re a classy guy — that is, if you define class as being a freaky-deaky who’s been in a movie or two. I know how to handle my meat just fine, son — just ask Dinah Shore, okay? Just ask Loni Anderson or any of the other fine ladies I managed to bag in the 1970s. I know how to handle meat. I’m not sure the same can be said of you, since the last time I saw you and Chuck Heston in the same place, you were drunk, with your willie out, pissing all over Tom Cruise’s flower bed, singing “We’ll Meet Again” at the top of your lungs. You call that class? Dom Deluise — that’s class.&#8221; &#8212; From that arse, Burt Reynolds. You listen up Burt&#8211; you&#8217;re a fad, man. Your moustache makes me sick. I have a weekly column&#8211; what do you have? A bagel and cream cheese with a christmas themed tie? You&#8217;re nothing Reynolds.</p>
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		<title>By: Mister Fusty</title>
		<link>http://www.the-scoremagazine.com/archives/58#comment-57</link>
		<dc:creator>Mister Fusty</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 09:30:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You missed a trick there Jeffy boy. You should have called your aircraft THE Fly.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You missed a trick there Jeffy boy. You should have called your aircraft THE Fly.</p>
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