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	<title>Comments on: The tale in which my ginormous head bursts, splashing shame all over everything &#8230;</title>
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		<title>By: Phil</title>
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		<description>I don&#039;t know if you&#039;ve had these experiences, but I remember such stuff as an adolescent/adult: the guys who heard me playing in my h.s. band and were asking me to join a band of theirs.  Turned out they were Mormons out cynically mining souls.  And then the OSU professor who invited me to honors seminars he taught, but, in retrospect, was just trying to groom me for his gay accounting harem.

Scales fell from my eyes instead of out of my horn.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I don&#8217;t know if you&#8217;ve had these experiences, but I remember such stuff as an adolescent/adult: the guys who heard me playing in my h.s. band and were asking me to join a band of theirs.  Turned out they were Mormons out cynically mining souls.  And then the OSU professor who invited me to honors seminars he taught, but, in retrospect, was just trying to groom me for his gay accounting harem.</p>
<p>Scales fell from my eyes instead of out of my horn.</p>
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