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	<title>Comments on: Sheetrock Thumper</title>
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	<description>The Adventures of Matt, Shannon, Liam &#38; Paige</description>
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		<title>By: Shannon</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Jun 2009 21:21:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#039;m not sure you&#039;re allowed to tell Liam stories...]]></description>
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		<title>By: Allen</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Jun 2009 21:09:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Growing up my two sisters and I shared a bedroom; bunkbeds for me and my older sister and the crib for Charlie.  Every night for a while Claere and I would encourage/instruct/goad Charlie into using the momentum of her body weight against the side of the crib to slowly scoot it over the the bunkbeds.  Leetle teeny bits at a time.  To my parents in the other room this meant little metal on wood screeching noises ever 45 seconds or so.  Easy enough to ignore at first, but eventually irritating enough for one of them to get up, come into our room and chide us.  My sister and I would look on with disappointment and defeat as the crib was pushed all the way back to the wall on the other side of the room.  You know me well enough to correctly guess whether or not we gave up at that point....]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Growing up my two sisters and I shared a bedroom; bunkbeds for me and my older sister and the crib for Charlie.  Every night for a while Claere and I would encourage/instruct/goad Charlie into using the momentum of her body weight against the side of the crib to slowly scoot it over the the bunkbeds.  Leetle teeny bits at a time.  To my parents in the other room this meant little metal on wood screeching noises ever 45 seconds or so.  Easy enough to ignore at first, but eventually irritating enough for one of them to get up, come into our room and chide us.  My sister and I would look on with disappointment and defeat as the crib was pushed all the way back to the wall on the other side of the room.  You know me well enough to correctly guess whether or not we gave up at that point&#8230;.</p>
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