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		<title>Human&#8217;s Can Lick Too</title>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Once there was a beautiful young girl who lived in a small town just south of Farmersburg. Her parents had to go to town for a while, so they left their daughter home alone, but protected by her dog, which was a very large collie. The parents told the girl to lock all the windows and doors after they had left and she obeyed her parent&#8217;s wishes, but there was one window in the basement that would not close completely. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">She tried as best as she could and she finally got the window shut, but it would not lock. She went back upstairs, but just to make sure that no one could get in, she put the dead-bolt lock on the basement door. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">She had some dinner, watched a show on TV and decided to go to sleep for the night at about 12:00am. She crawled into her bed, snuggled up with the dog and fell asleep. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">At one point, she suddenly woke up and when she turned to look at the clock it was 2:30am. She listened for a moment and when she didn&#8217;t hear anything, she snuggled down again wondering what had woken her. Just as she was about to fall back to sleep, she heard a noise. It was a dripping sound. She thought that maybe she hadn&#8217;t closed the faucet tight enough after she brushed her teeth, and now it was dripping into the drain of her sink. She decided to ignore the sound and to go back to sleep. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">She didn&#8217;t know why, but she felt uneasy and a little nervous. She reached her hand over the edge of her bed, and let the dog lick her hand to feel safe knowing he would protect her. Again at about 3:45am she woke up hearing dripping. She was annoyed, but still felt sleepy and lazy and she went back to sleep anyway. Again she reached down and let the dog lick her hand. Then she fell back to sleep. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">At 6:52am the girl decided that she had had enough&#8230;she got up just as her parents were pulling up to the house. &quot;Good,&quot; she thought. &quot;Now somebody can fix the sink&#8230;&#8217;cause I know I didn&#8217;t leave it running.&quot; She walked to the bathroom and there was the collie dog, skinned and hung up on the curtain rod. The noise she heard was its blood dripping into a puddle on the floor. The girl screamed and ran to her bedroom to get a weapon, in case someone was still in the house&#8230;..and there on the floor, next to her bed she saw a small note, written in blood, saying: HUMANS CAN LICK TOO MY BEAUTIFUL. </span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Kayla Hixson from Knoxville, TN<br /> Christopher Rangel from San Jose, CA </span></i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;"></span></p>
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		<title>The One That Got Away</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2010 06:03:53 +0000</pubDate>
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A boy and his sister had to stay home alone one night. Their parents were out at a fancy party for their father&#8217;s job and they warned the children not to open the door for anyone under any circumstances. 
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<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">A boy and his sister had to stay home alone one night. Their parents were out at a fancy party for their father&#8217;s job and they warned the children not to open the door for anyone under any circumstances. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">The kids were distracted by TV and weren&#8217;t paying attention to their parent&#8217;s warning. A couple of hours after the parents left, the children were both in bed asleep when they were woken up by a knock at the door. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">The knock came again and they began to think it must be an emergency so the sister went to answer the door. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Her brother lay awake on his bed, listening for her to come back to her room &#8211; but he didn&#8217;t hear her return. He got nervous and decided to leave and wait for his parents to get home at the neighbor&#8217;s house. He got out of bed and headed out the back door, down the side of the house and across his neighbor&#8217;s lawn. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">They told him they were glad to see him because they had just heard on the news that there was an escaped murderer on the loose and he was last seen just a few blocks away. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">When his parent&#8217;s came home much later that night, they found his sister&#8217;s body dead by the front door and a discarded knife on the brother&#8217;s bed. </span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Kyleigh from Ontario Canada </span></i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;"></span></p>
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		<title>Frightened and Fearless</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2010 05:21:04 +0000</pubDate>
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There are two girls; Sandra who is totally fearless and Marie who gets frightened when you tap her on the shoulder. 
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<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">There are two girls; Sandra who is totally fearless and Marie who gets frightened when you tap her on the shoulder. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Though they are very different, they are good friends and Marie has agreed to spend the night at the Sandra&#8217;s house for one full weekend. Though Sandra loves to watch horror movies, Marie is too scared to watch them with her so they decide to tell each other ghost stories. Sandra is the expert on any type of frightening story and she really wants to scare Marie. She tells her stories of babysitters hacked to death, children eaten alive and all sorts of terrible happenings. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">After some time, many stories and lots of drinks and snacks, Sandra has to pee and excuses herself to the bathroom. Minutes pass and all Marie could think of are all the stories she had just heard. She feels like Sandra has been taking a long time in the bathroom and when she listens and doesn&#8217;t here running water she begins to worry. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Suddenly she realizes that Sandra must be playing a joke on her so Marie decides to wait her out. While she waits, the phone rings and she jumps. She realizes that she&#8217;s been holding her breath and her hands are closed into tight fists. She tries to shake herself to calm down, telling herself that everything is fine. Why is she letting Sandra to freak her out like this? The phone continues to ring and since she thinks that Sandra doesn&#8217;t want to spoil her joke by answering the phone, Marie reaches to pick up the receiver. &quot;Hello?&quot; she says nervously. All she can hear is breathing on the other end of the line and then a &#8220;click&#8221;. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Marie can feel herself beginning to panic. She climbs into Sandra&#8217;s bed and pulls the covers over her head. Finally she hears scuffling of feet and she thinks they are Sandra&#8217;s but the sound passes by the door and does not pause. Marie is too frightened to call out Sandra&#8217;s name and eventually she hears the feet again but this time they seem very far away. Suddenly a scream rips through the house. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">The whole house is dark except for Sandra&#8217;s room but Marie is so shaken that she decides she&#8217;s got to go find her friend. She leaves the bedroom and begins to inch down the hallway, still praying that this was some giant hoax and Sandra would jump out and tickle her and they would laugh and it would all be over. Finally she turned a corner and saw Sandra sitting at the end of the hall, leaning against the wall. Marie sighed. The fear was gone. She knew it was just Sandra messing with her head. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">She found a light switch and flicked it on. To her horror the light revealed Sandra, covered in blood, her eyes were gouged out, and her stomach ripped open. Marie let out a terrified scream as she read the words painted in Sandra&#8217;s own blood over her mutilated corpse. &quot;She became her own <i>Urban Legend&quot;</i>. </span></p>
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		<title>Clown Statue</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2010 04:21:17 +0000</pubDate>
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This girl was babysitting for some family friends one night, a little boy and a little girl. The parents had a fetish for clowns and had collected clowns from around the world for years, setting aside a room in the house just to put them on display. That night, the children were playing in [...]]]></description>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">This girl was babysitting for some family friends one night, a little boy and a little girl. The parents had a fetish for clowns and had collected clowns from around the world for years, setting aside a room in the house just to put them on display. That night, the children were playing in this very room. Many of the clowns were just statues, and some were life-size, one in particular, was seated in a small child-like rocking chair. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">The babysitter started to feel more and more uneasy about this statue throughout the night. She felt as though the eyes were following her, whenever she moved around the room with the children. She decided to call the parents. &quot;I&#8217;m so sorry to bother you&quot;, she said, &quot;but I was wondering if I could move this clown that you have in the rocking chair, it&#8217;s starting to scare the kids and I.&quot; </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">&quot;What clown are you referring to? I don&#8217;t recall us having a clown fitting that description. Are you sure its sitting in the rocking chair?&quot; the mother asked hurriedly. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">&quot;Yes, I&#8217;m sure.&#8221; said the girl. &quot;It&#8217;s sitting right here, I&#8217;m looking at it right now&#8230;Why? I know it&#8217;s probably very old and I shouldn&#8217;t attempt to move it out of the way, but.&quot; </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">&quot;Take the kids and get out of the house, now. The neighbor across the street will let you in. Call me immediately when you get there.&quot; and with that, the mother hung up. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Frightened and confused, the babysitter grabbed the kids and ran out. When she and the kids arrived safely at the neighbors, she called and the mother answered. &quot;What&#8217;s wrong? Did something happen? Are you all okay?&quot; the girl asked. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">&quot;Yes, we are fine, but it&#8217;s not us we are worried about, it&#8217;s you and the kids. I&#8217;m so glad you called&#8211;we were afraid this would happen again. We will be there shortly along with the police, I&#8217;ll explain everything when we get there&quot;, and the mother hung up. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">The parents later explained to the girl that for some time, the next-door neighbor had been giving them problems. He was mentally ill, heard voices, the whole bit. On numerous occasions he had snuck into their house and tried to kidnap the children. This time, he dressed up in a clown suit, painted his face, and waited quietly until he had the opportunity to do what he came to do. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">The parents had informed the police many times but never had any proof until now about what was happening. They thanked the girl, paid her, and drove her home. </span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Cambry Belle from OK<br /> Alexi Pierrottet from Corona CA<br /> Janelle Revere from MA<br /> Alex Warwick from NJ<br /> Emily W. from Loveland, OH and <br /> Sarah from NH<br /> Rose Emran from NC</span></i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;"> </span></p>
<p style=""><b><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Variations:</span></b></p>
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<li style=""><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">The clown is sometimes in the living room. </span></li>
<li style=""><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">The clown statue turns out to be a &#8220;little person&#8221; that was living in the garage for 4 months and would go in and get food whenever the parents left the house. This time, he saw the parents leave, and went in to get food like he always did, not expecting there to be a babysitter in the living room. </span></li>
<li style=""><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Sometimes the babysitter calls the parents asking them if she can put a blanket over the clown statue. </span></li>
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		<title>Babysitting is a Dangerous Job</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 05:20:31 +0000</pubDate>
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A young couple went out to dinner one evening and left the babysitter in charge of their two children. The children had been put to bed and the babysitter was watching the television when the phone rang. She answered but all she heard was a man laughing hysterically and then a voice saying, &#34;I&#8217;m [...]]]></description>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">A young couple went out to dinner one evening and left the babysitter in charge of their two children. The children had been put to bed and the babysitter was watching the television when the phone rang. She answered but all she heard was a man laughing hysterically and then a voice saying, &quot;I&#8217;m upstairs with the children, you&#8217;d better come up.&quot; Thinking it was &quot;one of those prank phone calls&quot; or a practical joke she slammed down the receiver and turned the television sound up. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">A short time later the phone rang again and, as she picked it up, the unmistakable hysterical laughter came down the line and the voice once again said &quot;I&#8217;m upstairs with the children, you&#8217;d better come up.&quot; Getting rather frightened she called the operator and was advised they would notify the police and, should he phone again, could she keep him talking in order to give them time to trace the call and have him arrested. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Minutes after she replaced the receiver the phone rang again and, when the voice said, &quot;I&#8217;m upstairs with the children, you&#8217;d better come up,&quot; she tried to keep him talking. However, he must have guessed what she was trying to do and he put the phone down. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Only seconds later the phone rang again, this time it was the operator who said, &quot;Get out of the house straight away, the man is on the extension.&quot; The babysitter put down the phone and just then heard someone coming down the stairs. She fled from the house and ran straight into the arms of the police. They burst into the house and found a man brandishing a large butcher&#8217;s knife. He had entered the house through an upstairs window, murdered both the children and was just about to do the same to the poor babysitter. </span></p>
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		<title>The Wizard of Oz Hanging Munchkin Scene</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 04:53:22 +0000</pubDate>
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A friend told me that in one scene of the Wizard of Oz you can see someone &#8216;hang&#8217; themselves from a tree in the background. 
Well, the &#34;dead person hanging in the background&#34; rumor is popular, but untrue. What the &#34;hanging person&#34; actually is a film crew person who got caught in the shot [...]]]></description>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">A friend told me that in one scene of the Wizard of Oz you can see someone &#8216;hang&#8217; themselves from a tree in the background. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Well, the &quot;dead person hanging in the background&quot; rumor is popular, but untrue. What the &quot;hanging person&quot; actually is a film crew person who got caught in the shot and quickly ran off the set.<br /> It&#8217;s kind of hard to see, but it never did get cut out. I guess the hanging person legend has too much flare to die down. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">The video clip in question appears below:</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;"><object height="417" width="500"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r89z_-1by6U&#038;hl=en&#038;fs=1" /></param><param name="wmode" value="window" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /></param><embed allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r89z_-1by6U&#038;hl=en&#038;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="always" height="417" wmode="window" width="500"></embed></object></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">MGM proclaimed at the time of filming, that they had rented 300 birds from ZOO PARK, in Los Angeles, so that the director could select an appropriate few for the background atmosphere amidst the trees. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Among the birds were: golden pheasants, a South American toucan, an African crane and a Saurus crane.</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">A few of these birds managed to escape and appeared in various shots throughout the filming of THE WIZARD OF OZ. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">One of these incidents occurred in the scene discussed here.</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">The explanation given is that it was one of the larger birds on that particular set that creates the illusion of a person hanging!</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Reference: <a href="http://www.wendyswizardofoz.com/hanging.htm">http://www.wendyswizardofoz.com/hanging.htm</a></span></p>
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		<title>Wired For Sound</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 03:55:10 +0000</pubDate>
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One dark and stormy night a woman was listening to her extensive Cliff Richard CD collection when she heard a strange sound. It sent a chill down her spine as she heard a low humming and buzzing noise emanating from under her bed. 
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<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">She bent down nervously and noticed, to her utter horror, that her Walkman had mysteriously turned itself on and was playing an ominous tune&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;..backwards. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">She quickly snatched the tape player from under her bed and as she did so, she very faintly heard the following words: &quot;Hhhhheeeeeelp meeeeeeee!&quot; In terror she ripped the batteries out of the machine, but it carried on with its haunting plea. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Petrified, she ran to her neighbor&#8217;s house and was relieved to find her awake. The neighbor managed to calm her down with some kind words and a stiff drink. She explained to the neighbor the disturbing night&#8217;s events, and then they both plucked up the courage to go back to her house to find out what on earth was happening. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Upon their return, the Walkman had stopped, but the words &quot;Help Me!&quot; were written on the floor. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">The next day the newspaper headline screamed &quot;Sir Cliff Killed in Car Crash!&quot; He was reportedly heard screaming &quot;help me&quot; by witnesses as his car skated over the icy cliff&#8230;&#8230;How scary is that? </span></p>
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		<title>The Robin Williams Peace Plan</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Feb 2010 21:36:47 +0000</pubDate>
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You gotta love Robin Williams&#8230;&#8230; Even if he&#8217;s nuts! Leave it to Robin Williams to come up with the perfect plan. What we need now is for our UN Ambassador to stand up and repeat this message. 
Robin Williams&#8217; plan&#8230;(Hard to argue with this logic!) 
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<p>You gotta love Robin Williams&#8230;&#8230; Even if he&#8217;s nuts! Leave it to Robin Williams to come up with the perfect plan. What we need now is for our UN Ambassador to stand up and repeat this message. </p>
<p>Robin Williams&#8217; plan&#8230;(Hard to argue with this logic!) </p>
<p>&quot;I see a lot of people yelling for peace but I have not heard of a plan for peace. So, here&#8217;s one plan.&quot; </p>
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<p class="MsoListParagraph" style=""><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="">1.<span style="font: 7.0pt Times New Roman;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">&quot;The US will apologize to the world for our &quot;interference&quot; in their affairs, past &amp; present. You know, Hitler, Mussolini, Stalin, Tojo, Noriega, Milosevic, Hussein, and the rest of those &quot;good &#8216;ole&#8217; boys&quot;, we will never &quot;interfere&quot; again. </span></p>
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<p class="MsoListParagraph" style=""><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="">2.<span style="font: 7.0pt Times New Roman;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">We will withdraw our troops from all over the world, starting with Germany , South Korea , the Middle East, and the Philippines. They don&#8217;t want us there. We would station troops at our borders. No one allowed sneaking through holes in the fence. </span></p>
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<p class="MsoListParagraph" style=""><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="">3.<span style="font: 7.0pt Times New Roman;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">All illegal aliens have 90 days to get their affairs together and leave. We&#8217;ll give them a free trip home. After 90 days the remainder will be gathered up and deported immediately, regardless of whom or where they are. They&#8217;re illegal!!! France will welcome them. </span></p>
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<p class="MsoListParagraph" style=""><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="">4.<span style="font: 7.0pt Times New Roman;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">All future visitors will be thoroughly checked and limited to 90 days unless given a special permit!!!! No one from a terrorist nation will be allowed in. If you don&#8217;t like it there, change it yourself and don&#8217;t hide here. Asylum would never be available to anyone. We don&#8217;t need any more cab drivers or 7-11 cashiers. </span></p>
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<p class="MsoListParagraph" style=""><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="">5.<span style="font: 7.0pt Times New Roman;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">No foreign &quot;students&quot; over age 21. The older ones are the bombers. If they don&#8217;t attend classes, they get a &quot;D&quot; and it&#8217;s back home baby. </span></p>
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<p class="MsoListParagraph" style=""><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="">6.<span style="font: 7.0pt Times New Roman;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">The US will make a strong effort to become self-sufficient energy wise. This will include developing non polluting sources of energy but will require a temporary drilling of oil in the Alaskan wilderness. The caribou will have to cope for a while. </span></p>
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<p class="MsoListParagraph" style=""><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="">7.<span style="font: 7.0pt Times New Roman;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Offer Saudi Arabia and other oil producing countries $10 a barrel for their oil. If they don&#8217;t like it, we go someplace else. They can go somewhere else to sell their production. (About a week of the wells filling up the storage sites would be enough.) </span></p>
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<p class="MsoListParagraph" style=""><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="">8.<span style="font: 7.0pt Times New Roman;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">If there is a famine or other natural catastrophe in the world, we will not &quot;interfere.&quot; They can pray to Allah or whomever, for seeds, rain, cement or whatever they need. Besides most of what we give them is stolen or given to the army. The people who need it most get very little, if anything. </span></p>
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<p class="MsoListParagraph" style=""><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="">9.<span style="font: 7.0pt Times New Roman;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Ship the UN Headquarters to an isolated island someplace. We don&#8217;t need the spies and fair weather friends here. Besides, the building would make a good homeless shelter or lockup for illegal aliens. </span></p>
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<p class="MsoListParagraph" style=""><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="">10.<span style="font: 7.0pt Times New Roman;">&nbsp; </span></span></span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">All Americans must go to charm and beauty school. That way, no one can call us &quot;Ugly Americans&quot; any longer. The Language we speak is ENGLISH&#8230;learn it&#8230;or LEAVE&#8230;Now, isn&#8217;t that a winner of a plan? </span></p>
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<p>&quot;The Statue of Liberty is no longer saying &#8216;Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses.&#8217; She&#8217;s got a baseball bat and she&#8217;s yelling, &#8216;you want a piece of me?&#8217; &quot; </p>
<p>If you agree with the above forward it to friends&#8230;If not, and I would be amazed, DELETE it!! </p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Robin Williams did say the final quote about the statue of Liberty, but the rest cannot be positively identified as a quote from Robin Williams. </span></i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;"></span></p>
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		<title>3 Men and a Ghost</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Feb 2010 21:32:36 +0000</pubDate>
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There is a scene in the movie Three Men and a Baby where you can see the ghostly figure of a small boy who was killed in the house where the scene was filmed. There are also tales of other ghostly objects being seen throughout the movie, most notably a rifle pointing at [...]]]></description>
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<p>There is a scene in the movie Three Men and a Baby where you can see the ghostly figure of a small boy who was killed in the house where the scene was filmed. There are also tales of other ghostly objects being seen throughout the movie, most notably a rifle pointing at the head of the &#8220;ghost boy&#8221;.  </p>
<p>That is the legend. Here are the facts. The scene in question was not shot in a house, but on a soundstage in a Hollywood studio. The &#8220;ghost boy&#8221; is in fact a life-sized cardboard cutout of Ted Danson (who stars in the film), which had been left in the background, presumably accidentally, by a crew member. This cutout is seen in full view in another scene in the movie.  </p>
<p>There is no ghost boy. No boy ever died on the set, and no one involved with the movie was ever sued by the mythical parents of said ghost boy.  </p>
<p>The above photo is from an article on <a href="http://rottentomatoes.com">http://rottentomatoes.com</a> called: <br />The Ghost Stays in the Picture &#8211; Shutter and the History of Ghostly Images</p>
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		<title>Mama Cass and Her Ham Sandwich</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Feb 2010 17:22:37 +0000</pubDate>
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&#34;Mama&#34; Cass Elliot&#8217;s death has been reported over the years as having been caused by &#34;choking on a sandwich while in bed and from inhaling her own vomit.&#34; The true cause of death, a heart attack, was not determined until an autopsy was performed a week later, but by that time it was too late. [...]]]></description>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">&quot;Mama&quot; Cass Elliot&#8217;s death has been reported over the years as having been caused by &quot;choking on a sandwich while in bed and from inhaling her own vomit.&quot; The true cause of death, a heart attack, was not determined until an autopsy was performed a week later, but by that time it was too late. Another of rock&#8217;s urban legends was born. </span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">At 5&#8242;5&quot; and 238 lbs., Mama Cass was twice the normal weight for a woman her age and height. The effects of long-term obesity, drug abuse and crash diets had weakened her heart to the point of failure. Because she was a large woman, and there was a sandwich on the nightstand when her body was found, an irreversible connection was made. That it was a ham sandwich (an obvious commentary on her weight) was added after the fact. However, no traces of food were found blocking her trachea, and there was never any indication that food played a role in her death.</span></p>
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