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	<title>Comments on: Fresh Asphalt</title>
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	<description>Bad boy Atlanta designer with so much time on his hands that he wipes it on his pants.</description>
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		<title>By: Gary</title>
		<link>http://www.drewprops.com/2006/10/fresh-asphalt-2/comment-page-1/#comment-17341</link>
		<dc:creator>Gary</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2008 00:18:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Yo, bro.  Good memories.  One thing though...on the Monster Plantation the phrase was &quot;Don&#039;t Go In The Marsh!!!!&#039;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yo, bro.  Good memories.  One thing though&#8230;on the Monster Plantation the phrase was &#8220;Don&#8217;t Go In The Marsh!!!!&#8217;</p>
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		<title>By: Paul</title>
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		<dc:creator>Paul</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Oct 2006 20:55:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Great memories! As a youngster, I spent quite a bit of time at Six Flags over Georgia...just a quick two-hour trip from Chattanooga. That map looks so familiar...it&#039;s all coming back to me.

My strongest memory isn&#039;t a good one, or one that I&#039;m proud of: as bratty nine-year-olds, my buddy and I were goofing around at an outside snack stand. On a dare, I stepped on a mustard packet as hard as I could, sending the contents what seemed like several hundred yards across the way. Turns out six or so feet was enough, striking a lady&#039;s pants, and getting me a stern scolding from a stranger, AND a napkin dropped on my head as she and her family left the area.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Great memories! As a youngster, I spent quite a bit of time at Six Flags over Georgia&#8230;just a quick two-hour trip from Chattanooga. That map looks so familiar&#8230;it&#8217;s all coming back to me.</p>
<p>My strongest memory isn&#8217;t a good one, or one that I&#8217;m proud of: as bratty nine-year-olds, my buddy and I were goofing around at an outside snack stand. On a dare, I stepped on a mustard packet as hard as I could, sending the contents what seemed like several hundred yards across the way. Turns out six or so feet was enough, striking a lady&#8217;s pants, and getting me a stern scolding from a stranger, AND a napkin dropped on my head as she and her family left the area.</p>
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