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	<title>Comments on: Thoughts on making an arse of oneself</title>
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		<title>By: Shamus</title>
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		<dc:creator>Shamus</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Dec 2009 11:00:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I can relate Sarah, it takes courage to be so openly honest about your klutziness.
Thank you for sharing and thereby providing me fodder for a good laugh.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I can relate Sarah, it takes courage to be so openly honest about your klutziness.<br />
Thank you for sharing and thereby providing me fodder for a good laugh.</p>
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		<title>By: Blip</title>
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		<dc:creator>Blip</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 23:40:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>When I was 16 I was walking down the road eyeing a quite unattainably gorgeous girl whom I was idly  fantasising of possibly dating one day who was approaching me in an impossibly languid gait. But the nymphette on the footpath was on the other side of the road, so I turned my head.

For a moment, life was perfectly perfect.

Then I walked straight into a pole. 

To make matters worse, I turned my head at the last second, so I impacted said pole with my nose. It broke instantly. The blood covered my cool white t-shirt in about 2 seconds flat. And my eyes watered so badly, I couldn&#039;t see anyone. 

That was actually the good part. 

Through the blur and the pain, I couldn&#039;t see The Gorgeous One seeing my pitiful plight. I couldn&#039;t see her shake her splendid, haughty head in icy contempt and catch even a glimpse of her &quot;who&#039;s that dork&quot; expression.

And behind all that blood, gore and generally viscuous mess, nobody who came to my assistance could tell I was actually weeping.

Tough times, indeed.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I was 16 I was walking down the road eyeing a quite unattainably gorgeous girl whom I was idly  fantasising of possibly dating one day who was approaching me in an impossibly languid gait. But the nymphette on the footpath was on the other side of the road, so I turned my head.</p>
<p>For a moment, life was perfectly perfect.</p>
<p>Then I walked straight into a pole. </p>
<p>To make matters worse, I turned my head at the last second, so I impacted said pole with my nose. It broke instantly. The blood covered my cool white t-shirt in about 2 seconds flat. And my eyes watered so badly, I couldn&#8217;t see anyone. </p>
<p>That was actually the good part. </p>
<p>Through the blur and the pain, I couldn&#8217;t see The Gorgeous One seeing my pitiful plight. I couldn&#8217;t see her shake her splendid, haughty head in icy contempt and catch even a glimpse of her &#8220;who&#8217;s that dork&#8221; expression.</p>
<p>And behind all that blood, gore and generally viscuous mess, nobody who came to my assistance could tell I was actually weeping.</p>
<p>Tough times, indeed.</p>
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		<title>By: Mark Kerruish</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mark Kerruish</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 16:35:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Sorry to hear it, Sarah. I believe it&#039;s like Catholic guilt: you have two possible options - feel guilty always and everywhere or never feel guilty.

Embarrassment is a stupid social function that doesn&#039;t acknowledge larger social circles than were the norm pre-industrial revolution.

How about saying: &quot;Oh dear. Didn&#039;t mean to cause trouble&quot; and, at that instant, ceasing to care.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sorry to hear it, Sarah. I believe it&#8217;s like Catholic guilt: you have two possible options &#8211; feel guilty always and everywhere or never feel guilty.</p>
<p>Embarrassment is a stupid social function that doesn&#8217;t acknowledge larger social circles than were the norm pre-industrial revolution.</p>
<p>How about saying: &#8220;Oh dear. Didn&#8217;t mean to cause trouble&#8221; and, at that instant, ceasing to care.</p>
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		<title>By: Sarah Britten</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sarah Britten</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 15:26:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>@ Billy C: I&#039;ll have you know that klutzes are totally different from bimbos. Totally different. Also, the ingestion of alcohol makes a massive difference to whether or not people feel embarrassment (hence my ability to purchase said man). Look at the way drunk people behave and you must be struck by the thought that they feel no embarrassment whatsoever.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>@ Billy C: I&#8217;ll have you know that klutzes are totally different from bimbos. Totally different. Also, the ingestion of alcohol makes a massive difference to whether or not people feel embarrassment (hence my ability to purchase said man). Look at the way drunk people behave and you must be struck by the thought that they feel no embarrassment whatsoever.</p>
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		<title>By: OneFlew</title>
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		<dc:creator>OneFlew</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 15:21:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>There was an article some years ago about people in the City who had an operation to prevent them from blushing.

Blushing may make one likeable and unthreatening but it&#039;s not very helpful in situations where it&#039;s important to be inscrutable.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There was an article some years ago about people in the City who had an operation to prevent them from blushing.</p>
<p>Blushing may make one likeable and unthreatening but it&#8217;s not very helpful in situations where it&#8217;s important to be inscrutable.</p>
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		<title>By: Billy C</title>
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		<dc:creator>Billy C</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 14:44:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>For a woman who bought herself a lunch date on the weekend for R550 as a charitible gesture, it hard to imagine a blushing bimbo. 

Too much info?!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>For a woman who bought herself a lunch date on the weekend for R550 as a charitible gesture, it hard to imagine a blushing bimbo. </p>
<p>Too much info?!</p>
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