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		By: Thomas		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[Argh! Denied the tawdry tales of terifficly titanic Tennessee times, well at least until I get back from Florida. My family, immediate and extended, is decending upon Lady Lake as I type, and my immenent arrival will serve to complete the circle of those wanting to say a fond farewell to the man whom I was proud to call &quot;Dad&quot;.

When I get back, no doubt my eyes red and burning with the tears you save up for such an occasion like a fine wine, I want to read about your exploits, no matter whether they are &quot;zany&quot;, &quot;wacky&quot; or &quot;erotic&quot;... I suppose erotic could be left without the quotation marks, but I digress... Dish the dirt!
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Argh! Denied the tawdry tales of terifficly titanic Tennessee times, well at least until I get back from Florida. My family, immediate and extended, is decending upon Lady Lake as I type, and my immenent arrival will serve to complete the circle of those wanting to say a fond farewell to the man whom I was proud to call &#8220;Dad&#8221;.</p>
<p>When I get back, no doubt my eyes red and burning with the tears you save up for such an occasion like a fine wine, I want to read about your exploits, no matter whether they are &#8220;zany&#8221;, &#8220;wacky&#8221; or &#8220;erotic&#8221;&#8230; I suppose erotic could be left without the quotation marks, but I digress&#8230; Dish the dirt!</p>
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