<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665530060728762683</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:05:49.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Power of Pussy by Sandy Patsy EXCERPTS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popexcerpts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665530060728762683/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popexcerpts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SANDY PATSY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344548487349862528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I2sSZbLOmac/SKQdMrKHpkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/9j9xLZSAMxA/s1600-R/PUSSY.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665530060728762683.post-3052432013488202775</id><published>2009-02-02T11:38:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T09:36:49.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Days  (p59-61)</title><content type='html'>Check out my other contests by click on the title of this post !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/29/05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left - DAMN IT - SON OF A BITCH !!!&lt;br /&gt;I told him what to do, he did it.&lt;br /&gt;HE LEFT.&lt;br /&gt;I'LL BE DAMNED !!!&lt;br /&gt;I discovered a new rule:  Power of ANOTHER pussy.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I cannot believe this was the date before the incredible Valentine Dinner date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj214/SandyPatsy/?action=view&amp;current=lady3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj214/SandyPatsy/lady3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/8/05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 29 days, my world changes.&lt;br /&gt;I am sad, but I will be glad.&lt;br /&gt;I will see what I am made of.&lt;br /&gt;I will become more confident.&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired.&lt;br /&gt;I am evolving again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I broke my own new rule.&lt;br /&gt;Unfamiliar territory&lt;br /&gt;too open&lt;br /&gt;too much&lt;br /&gt;Where's the mystery ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's my LION KING ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust a must.  Character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK - Where's the fun here ?&lt;br /&gt;What's the humor ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking it through is a release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving is different from forgetting..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj214/SandyPatsy/?action=view&amp;current=1158633296fPSzT9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj214/SandyPatsy/1158633296fPSzT9.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/14/05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VALENTINE'S DAY !!!&lt;br /&gt;Awesome at Peter's ! Dinner !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, sometimes lying is necessary for the purpose of altruism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to stay with the BIG PICTURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's date is so important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter:  My pussy&lt;br /&gt;come and get me&lt;br /&gt;like open/ closed garage door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goes with Peter:&lt;br /&gt;I told him before I believed it.&lt;br /&gt;Came to the REALIZATION that on some things, &lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj214/SandyPatsy/?action=view&amp;current=1158633296fPSzT9-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj214/SandyPatsy/1158633296fPSzT9-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is smarter than I am.&lt;br /&gt;and it was not the crumbs.&lt;br /&gt;It was him figuring me out before I did.&lt;br /&gt;Or me thinking he was figuring me out.&lt;br /&gt;That's how it began to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 2/20/05&lt;br /&gt;Bridge at Ken's - not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/21/05&lt;br /&gt;And exactly 8 days later what is the matter?&lt;br /&gt;Not enough attention ?&lt;br /&gt;What will be enough ?&lt;br /&gt;THE DOG&lt;br /&gt;DESPAIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More KISSES.&lt;br /&gt;What else?&lt;br /&gt;I love Peter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he at his capacity?&lt;br /&gt;Accept it.&lt;br /&gt;Must he be enthralled with me at all times ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday 2/21/05&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Peter's.  One kiss - not enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we understand that "it" WHATEVER "it" happens to be, IT'S NOT ENOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;Are we ever satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;Is "it" ever enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is - It is never enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my other contests by click on the title of this post !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8665530060728762683-3052432013488202775?l=popexcerpts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://popcontests.blogspot.com/' title='Valentine&apos;s Days  (p59-61)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popexcerpts.blogspot.com/feeds/3052432013488202775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8665530060728762683&amp;postID=3052432013488202775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665530060728762683/posts/default/3052432013488202775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665530060728762683/posts/default/3052432013488202775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popexcerpts.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-days-p59-61.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Days  (p59-61)'/><author><name>SANDY PATSY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344548487349862528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I2sSZbLOmac/SKQdMrKHpkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/9j9xLZSAMxA/s1600-R/PUSSY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665530060728762683.post-8004651859939415722</id><published>2008-12-03T14:31:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:23:08.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 1  The Beginning  (p23)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj214/SandyPatsy/?action=view&amp;current=1118760130gXJ6tU.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj214/SandyPatsy/1118760130gXJ6tU.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Problem With Women is &lt;br /&gt;They Talk Too Much and &lt;br /&gt;Don't Give out Enough&lt;br /&gt;P U S S Y &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My affair began with a 67 year old man.  Not really old.&lt;br /&gt;Peter was hung like a horse with a libido to match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that, of course, the first time &lt;br /&gt;I spotted him at Yoga.&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj214/SandyPatsy/?action=view&amp;current=1116189324uuI237.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj214/SandyPatsy/1116189324uuI237.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innocent me.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time we met, he was already very involved with a girlfriend I will refer to as Grandma.   I saw her in Yoga once and I thought Grandma simply wasn't as fit and gorgeous as me.    She had too short curly granny gray hair, a big stomach and wore flowery tops.  Peter was fucking Grandma three nights a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter now claims I pursued him, which, of course,  means I did.  &lt;br /&gt;I did in fact set my sights on him two years earlier. &lt;br /&gt;I just wasn't really conscious of it.  &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                         &lt;br /&gt;Subconsciously, I had selected him.  I did nothing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subconsciously, I seduced him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started watching him. Yoga, then bridge.&lt;br /&gt;He had me at hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter had me for sure, when he yelled that his last name was spelled &lt;br /&gt;"S-T-R-A-A-T"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If he hadn't yelled at me (those are my words for trying to brush me off), I wouldn't have AT ALL been interested in him.&lt;br /&gt;What is it that makes us want the bad boys ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8665530060728762683-8004651859939415722?l=popexcerpts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popexcerpts.blogspot.com/feeds/8004651859939415722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8665530060728762683&amp;postID=8004651859939415722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665530060728762683/posts/default/8004651859939415722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665530060728762683/posts/default/8004651859939415722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popexcerpts.blogspot.com/2008/12/part-1-beginning-p23.html' title='Part 1  The Beginning  (p23)'/><author><name>SANDY PATSY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344548487349862528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I2sSZbLOmac/SKQdMrKHpkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/9j9xLZSAMxA/s1600-R/PUSSY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665530060728762683.post-2913418856966677381</id><published>2008-09-29T08:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:03:34.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First KILLER Awakening:  THE WAITRESS</title><content type='html'>My favorite part of the book is the worst memory of Peter's&lt;br /&gt;wandering eye.  It's the waitress story.  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj214/SandyPatsy/?action=view&amp;current=1149115535W87U8E.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj214/SandyPatsy/1149115535W87U8E.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my gut, on that day,&lt;br /&gt;I knew Peter &amp; I would never stay together.  I felt so ill, I wanted&lt;br /&gt;to throw up.  After that, every time we went out, I would immediately&lt;br /&gt;scan the room for the woman I thought he'd choose to stare at.  It&lt;br /&gt;was sick, and I always felt sick.  It was my unplanned weight-loss plan.&lt;br /&gt;And yet, I did this for two more years.  Why can smart women be &lt;br /&gt;such idiots?&lt;br /&gt;The reason this worst memory is my favorite part is that I want to&lt;br /&gt;remember how awful I felt, the lesson, so I will never be with the same kind of&lt;br /&gt;man again.  All I have to do is dredge up the sight of Peter stuffing his&lt;br /&gt;monetary tip into the front pocket of the waitress's apron as I&lt;br /&gt;turned to see what I wasn't supposed to see.  That feeling of&lt;br /&gt;anguished horror floods over me to this day if I have to think&lt;br /&gt;about that waitress encounter.&lt;br /&gt;It will be awhile before I ever forget it.&lt;br /&gt;A lesson - although painful - well learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is page 40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj214/SandyPatsy/?action=view&amp;current=1149115535W87U8E.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj214/SandyPatsy/1149115535W87U8E.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SON OF A BITCH was flirting with a waitress that he had know for years right in front of me. &lt;br /&gt;I mean prolonged eye contact AND TOUCH when he put the tip of his finger in the pocket of her front apron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately thought "IT'S OVER !!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"IT IS OVER !"&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was OVER !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was unaware that I saw the placement of his finger tip until LATER when I blew up.&lt;br /&gt;He did not realize.&lt;br /&gt;Indeed HE had no idea that I had seen him.&lt;br /&gt;Women out there - can you stand it ?&lt;br /&gt;Can you relate ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he really think I was completely unaware of it ???&lt;br /&gt;Does he think I am that naive ?&lt;br /&gt;Or worse, does he think I am STUPID ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DOES THAT TELL ME ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he think I will put up with it ???&lt;br /&gt;I HATE HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week, a male friend at work patiently explained that it was a MAN THING to be able to be dominant over a woman and PERFECTLY NATURAL, how compelling a woman's total service and devotion could be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;Men stick together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only in their dreams..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing this, although questioning it in my own mind, it removed some of the sting I felt, but it still pisses me off to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of the millions of Chinese servant girls who accomodated their masters over the centuries, submitting because it was required.  Bound feet and all.&lt;br /&gt;Think of Stepford wives.  Is that really want men want after all ?&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't that get boring ?&lt;br /&gt;I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man needs to feel totally dominant over a SERVANT woman ?&lt;br /&gt;It is bullshit for sure.  Grow the fuck up !  PLEASE !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next 10 days I kept my composure and DID NOT CALL HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER NEVER NEVER DO THAT !!!&lt;br /&gt;If he wants me, HE WILL CALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER, NEVER , NEVER, NEVER CALL HIM AFTER A FIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;Call a friend, call your sister, call your brother, call your cousin, call Time of Day and Temperature, call anyone or anything but him !!!&lt;br /&gt;Call 411, call 900 numbers, press 2 for Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad they got rid of the physic hotlines.  That was a good one to call.&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT CALL HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has to want you enough to call you.&lt;br /&gt;Just don't do it - as hard, as agonizing as it is - DON'T CALL !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he never calls what have you lost ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;He has not called. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               To be continued ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;page 40&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8665530060728762683-2913418856966677381?l=popexcerpts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popexcerpts.blogspot.com/feeds/2913418856966677381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8665530060728762683&amp;postID=2913418856966677381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665530060728762683/posts/default/2913418856966677381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665530060728762683/posts/default/2913418856966677381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popexcerpts.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-killer-awakening-waitress.html' title='First KILLER Awakening:  THE WAITRESS'/><author><name>SANDY PATSY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344548487349862528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I2sSZbLOmac/SKQdMrKHpkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/9j9xLZSAMxA/s1600-R/PUSSY.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665530060728762683.post-577810162628591750</id><published>2008-09-21T14:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T14:55:12.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BILL &amp; HILLARY</title><content type='html'>I noticed all of the other women were attracted to him also.&lt;br /&gt;I should have figured it out right then and there.&lt;br /&gt;Instead,  I loved it that women loved and wanted him.&lt;br /&gt;It made him even more desirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not as good (bad) as Bill Clinton but you get the gist. &lt;br /&gt;By the way, I hate Bill &amp;amp; Hillary.&lt;br /&gt;Just this one thing on politics:  Come on, no one can judge his job performance.&lt;br /&gt;He was too busy sticking his cigar (or WHATEVER) up her ass(or WHEREVER!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, as a nation, accepted the President of the United States look each and every one of us in the eye and say: "I did not have sexual relations with that woman."&lt;br /&gt;GASP with disbelief not belief.&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone believe him ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s273.photobucket.com/albums/jj214/SandyPatsy/?action=view&amp;current=clintonani.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj214/SandyPatsy/clintonani.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is WHAT KIND OF IDIOTS ARE WE?&lt;br /&gt;The man leading our country , the role model for all men.&lt;br /&gt;What I got from what Bill Clinton was:It's OK to get your penis out.&lt;br /&gt;That's not sex after all !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can only guess what really happened. &lt;br /&gt;Only Monica and Bill know for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, oral sex isn't really sex either !&lt;br /&gt;GOOD GRIEF !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monica became a celebrity -  envied and rich.&lt;br /&gt;Hillary showed her strength BY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;Bill's actions became acceptable and even more -------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole rest of the world laughed at us Americans.&lt;br /&gt;The President of our country is allowed to cheat and have his wife accept, it and LIE TO THE NATION AS A WHOLE.THE FUCKER !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It confirmed all men could see, it's OK to cheat, just don't get caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the PRESIDENT,  after all !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all:  The biggest mistake Bill made was getting caught.&lt;br /&gt;TRUE OR FALSE ????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8665530060728762683-577810162628591750?l=popexcerpts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://popexcerpts.blogspot.com/feeds/577810162628591750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8665530060728762683&amp;postID=577810162628591750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665530060728762683/posts/default/577810162628591750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8665530060728762683/posts/default/577810162628591750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://popexcerpts.blogspot.com/2008/09/bill-hillary.html' title='BILL &amp; 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