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		<title>by: delicious mark hubery</title>
		<link>http://www.femmerotic.com/journal/2007/07/20/pick-me-up/#comment-37415</link>
		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2008 20:22:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>&lt;strong&gt;Blog Hopper...&lt;/strong&gt;

Hi There. I'm blog hopping....</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>Blog Hopper&#8230;</strong></p>
<p>Hi There. I&#8217;m blog hopping&#8230;.
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		<title>by: Michael</title>
		<link>http://www.femmerotic.com/journal/2007/07/20/pick-me-up/#comment-17948</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Aug 2007 22:30:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Number 5 reminds me of Bilquis/The Queen of Sheba in &lt;i&gt;American Gods&lt;/i&gt;.  

&lt;i&gt;Now as much as I love the mental image of popping out ears &lt;b&gt;or&lt;/b&gt; corn or radishes, you might want to catch the typo…&lt;/i&gt;

Hoist!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Number 5 reminds me of Bilquis/The Queen of Sheba in <i>American Gods</i>.  </p>
<p><i>Now as much as I love the mental image of popping out ears <b>or</b> corn or radishes, you might want to catch the typo…</i></p>
<p>Hoist!
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		<title>by: Hunter</title>
		<link>http://www.femmerotic.com/journal/2007/07/20/pick-me-up/#comment-17599</link>
		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Jul 2007 01:51:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>I was reading the article you linked to on Scarleteen, and it's quite good, except for the one sentence that reads, &quot;you can feel that it's a muscle because after you urinate, when you squeeze those last couple of crops out, that movement utilizes those muscles.&quot;

Now as much as I love the mental image of popping out ears or corn or radishes, you might want to catch the typo...

Enjoy the cupcakes!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was reading the article you linked to on Scarleteen, and it&#8217;s quite good, except for the one sentence that reads, &#8220;you can feel that it&#8217;s a muscle because after you urinate, when you squeeze those last couple of crops out, that movement utilizes those muscles.&#8221;</p>
<p>Now as much as I love the mental image of popping out ears or corn or radishes, you might want to catch the typo&#8230;</p>
<p>Enjoy the cupcakes!
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		<title>by: fish</title>
		<link>http://www.femmerotic.com/journal/2007/07/20/pick-me-up/#comment-17563</link>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2007 06:25:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>There was some sci-fi tv episode once starring Alyssa Milano where she'd been taken over by some kind of alien and sucked her sex partners into her vagina, I guess as food or something. I don't know what show it was - Outer Limits? Twilight Zone? Something along those lines. She turned to prostitution to find &quot;food.&quot; I don't remember anymore how it ended, but I remember being disturbed by the inherent fear of the vagina and sex it showed.

I just wish I could get rid of these damned hiccups right now.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There was some sci-fi tv episode once starring Alyssa Milano where she&#8217;d been taken over by some kind of alien and sucked her sex partners into her vagina, I guess as food or something. I don&#8217;t know what show it was - Outer Limits? Twilight Zone? Something along those lines. She turned to prostitution to find &#8220;food.&#8221; I don&#8217;t remember anymore how it ended, but I remember being disturbed by the inherent fear of the vagina and sex it showed.</p>
<p>I just wish I could get rid of these damned hiccups right now.
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		<title>by: Hollie</title>
		<link>http://www.femmerotic.com/journal/2007/07/20/pick-me-up/#comment-17428</link>
		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Jul 2007 22:44:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>&quot;Remind yourself that lotuses grow from the mud. If something beautiful can continue to grow in the unforgiving cement of your backyard, then for fuck’s sake, so can you.&quot;

This made me LOL like you wouldn't believe :) 

Glad to see you're feeling better! And congrats on the nom!! 

I keep trying to catch you on AIM ... But you're either never there or i keep missing you :( No worries though ... I'm sure we'll catch up eventually. 

Take care! xoxo</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;Remind yourself that lotuses grow from the mud. If something beautiful can continue to grow in the unforgiving cement of your backyard, then for fuck’s sake, so can you.&#8221;</p>
<p>This made me LOL like you wouldn&#8217;t believe <img src='http://www.femmerotic.com/journal/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />  </p>
<p>Glad to see you&#8217;re feeling better! And congrats on the nom!! </p>
<p>I keep trying to catch you on AIM &#8230; But you&#8217;re either never there or i keep missing you <img src='http://www.femmerotic.com/journal/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_sad.gif' alt=':(' class='wp-smiley' />  No worries though &#8230; I&#8217;m sure we&#8217;ll catch up eventually. </p>
<p>Take care! xoxo
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		<title>by: Zelig</title>
		<link>http://www.femmerotic.com/journal/2007/07/20/pick-me-up/#comment-17404</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Jul 2007 21:40:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>That's hillarious. Congrats on the nomination, btw, and the internal handbag story just has me amused ...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That&#8217;s hillarious. Congrats on the nomination, btw, and the internal handbag story just has me amused &#8230;
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		<title>by: Sis</title>
		<link>http://www.femmerotic.com/journal/2007/07/20/pick-me-up/#comment-17402</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Jul 2007 20:30:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Ok. All cleared up. He's fine. 

He says hahahahaaahhha when I asked if it was ok with the My CREDIT CARD Company if I buy a sex education book? 

Someone somewhere, not connected to this purchase, was ripping a store owner off where I shop, and all customers who had charges from there where given new cards by the MY CREDIT CARD Company. 

I'm waiting for my education!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ok. All cleared up. He&#8217;s fine. </p>
<p>He says hahahahaaahhha when I asked if it was ok with the My CREDIT CARD Company if I buy a sex education book? </p>
<p>Someone somewhere, not connected to this purchase, was ripping a store owner off where I shop, and all customers who had charges from there where given new cards by the MY CREDIT CARD Company. </p>
<p>I&#8217;m waiting for my education!
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		<title>by: Sis</title>
		<link>http://www.femmerotic.com/journal/2007/07/20/pick-me-up/#comment-17401</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Jul 2007 20:21:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Heather, at this moment I'm waiting for an incredulous young man,  agent with MY CREDIT CARD Company, who I was put through to, when I received a letter from MY CREDIT CARD Company, telling me there may have been an unauthorized charge to my card. 

So I get to the point where he wants my birthdate as confirmation, I tell him. It's 1942. Ok? Then he asks if I can tell him who the worrisome payment was made to, and I say Scarlett something, it's a sex education book. 

I dunno. Did he faint or hang up?  I'm still hanging on here, silence the other end. 

I will post  the end of this riveting story as soon as I know it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Heather, at this moment I&#8217;m waiting for an incredulous young man,  agent with MY CREDIT CARD Company, who I was put through to, when I received a letter from MY CREDIT CARD Company, telling me there may have been an unauthorized charge to my card. </p>
<p>So I get to the point where he wants my birthdate as confirmation, I tell him. It&#8217;s 1942. Ok? Then he asks if I can tell him who the worrisome payment was made to, and I say Scarlett something, it&#8217;s a sex education book. </p>
<p>I dunno. Did he faint or hang up?  I&#8217;m still hanging on here, silence the other end. </p>
<p>I will post  the end of this riveting story as soon as I know it.
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