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		<title>Dog Walking Cheater</title>
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<p>There was the husband who was in the habit of taking the family dog for a nice long walk each evening. It was good exercise for both of them, his wife felt, and the dog became so used to the routine that it positively drooled to be taken out on schedule every night. </p>
<p>When her husband was sick one evening, the wife took the dog out instead. And to her surprise the dog pulled vigorously at the leash and led her around the block to a house around the corner and began to scratch at the door. A female voice called out, &quot;I won&#8217;t be a minute, darling.&quot; </p>
<p>Soon the door was opened by an attractive young woman in a negligee, and the dog dashed in straight to a dish of meat that was waiting for him &#8212; as usual. </p>
<p><i>Reader Submitted,     <br />Angelica from Charleston, SC</i></p>

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		<title>Dead Soldier&#8217;s Wedding Waltz</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 May 2010 01:05:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Within an hour of my arrival at Fort Union, my new post, my best friend Johnny came to the barracks with a broad grin and a friendly clout on the shoulder. He&#8217;d hurried over as soon as he heard I had come, and we talked &#8217;til sunset and beyond. As soon as Johnny mentioned Celia&#8217;s [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Within an hour of my arrival at Fort Union, my new post, my best friend Johnny came to the barracks with a broad grin and a friendly clout on the shoulder. He&#8217;d hurried over as soon as he heard I had come, and we talked &#8217;til sunset and beyond. </p>
<p><a href="http://urbanlegendsonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/flirty.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 15px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="flirty" border="0" alt="flirty" align="right" src="http://urbanlegendsonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/flirty_thumb.jpg" width="196" height="243" /></a>As soon as Johnny mentioned Celia&#8217;s name, I knew he had it bad for her. To hear him talk, Celia was the most amazing woman who had ever graced God&#8217;s green earth. She was the sister-in-law of the captain, and all the young men on the base were infatuated with her. Celia was the prettiest of the eligible ladies that graced Fort Union society. She liked the spice of adventure to be found so near the wilds. </p>
<p>Johnny alternated between elation when Celia talked with him and despair when she flirted with another man. I watched their courtship from afar and was troubled. There was something about Celia that I didn&#8217;t like. I never mentioned it to Johnny, but I thought she was too much of a flirt. I wished Johnny had fallen for a nicer woman. </p>
<p>About a month after I arrived at Fort Union, a birthday dance was given for one of the officers. To Johnny&#8217;s elation, Celia agreed to be his partner at the dance. Johnny was dancing on cloud nine all night, until a messenger came gasping into the room to report an Apache raid. With a small scream of terror, Celia clung shamelessly to Johnny and begged him not to go even though he was the lieutenant put in charge of the mission. Well sir, Johnny proposed to her right then and there and Celia accepted. Furthermore, Celia told Johnny that she would wait for him, and that if he didn&#8217;t come back she would never marry. I doubted Celia&#8217;s sincerity, but Johnny just ate it up. </p>
<p>I was assigned to Johnny&#8217;s troop, so I had to leave too. We started out the next morning, and had a rough week tracking down and fighting the Apaches. Johnny split up the troop; taking command of the first group and giving me command of the second. My men reached the rendezvous point with no casualties, but only half of the other group arrived, and Johnny was not among them. They&#8217;d been ambushed by the Apaches. I had to take command of the troop. We searched for survivors, but never found Johnny&#8217;s body. As soon as I could, I ordered the men to turn for home. </p>
<p>Celia made a terrible, heart-rending scene when she found out Johnny was missing. She flung herself into my arms when I gave her the news and sobbed becomingly. The display turned my stomach, it was so obviously insincere. I excused myself hastily and left her to the ministrations of the other soldiers. From that time on, I was careful to stay away from Celia, who mourned less than a week for my friend before resuming her flirtatious ways. </p>
<p> About a month later, a rich handsome lieutenant arrived at Fort Union. He was from the East, and Celia took a real shine to him. Johnny was completely forgotten and so was her promise to him. It wasn&#8217;t long before Celia and the lieutenant were engaged and started planning a big wedding. Nothing but the very best would suit Celia, and her bridegroom had the money to indulge her. </p>
<p>Everyone in Fort Union was invited to the ceremony, and the weather was perfect on the day of the wedding. Everyone turned out in their best clothes and the wedding was a social success. After the ceremony, all the guests were invited to a celebratory ball. </p>
<p>We were waltzing around the ballroom when the door flew open with a loud bang. A gust of cold air blew in, dimming the candles. A heart-wrenching wail echoed through the room. The music stopped abruptly and everyone turned to look at the door. Standing there was the swollen, dead body of a soldier. It was dressed in an officer&#8217;s uniform. The eyes were burning with a terrible fire. The temple had a huge gash from a hatchet-blow. There was no scalp. It was Johnny. </p>
<p>The whole crowd stood silent, as if in a trance. No one moved, no one murmured. I wanted to cry out when I recognized Johnny, but I was struck dumb like the rest of the wedding guests. </p>
<p><a href="http://urbanlegendsonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/soldier_waltz1.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 15px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="soldier_waltz" border="0" alt="soldier_waltz" align="right" src="http://urbanlegendsonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/soldier_waltz_thumb1.jpg" width="244" height="202" /></a> Johnny walked across the room and took Celia out of her bridegroom&#8217;s arms. She was frozen in horror and could not resist. Johnny looked at the musicians. Still in a trance, they began to play a horrible, demonic sounding waltz. Johnny and Celia began to dance. They swept around and around the room, doing an intricate waltz. Johnny held the white-clad bride tight against his dead body while a deathly pallor crept over her face. Her steps slowed but still Johnny held her tight and moved them around in a grisly parody of a waltz. Celia&#8217;s eyes bulged. She turned as white as her gown and her mouth sagged open. She gave one small gasp, and died in his arms. </p>
<p>Johnny dropped Celia&#8217;s body on the floor and stood over her, wringing his blood-stained hands. He threw back his head and gave another unearthly wail that echoed around the room. Then he vanished through the door. </p>
<p>Released from the trance, the crowd gasped and exclaimed. The bridegroom ran to Celia and knelt beside her, wringing his hands in the same manner as Johnny. His cries were all too human. </p>
<p>Unable to bear the sight of the stricken bridegroom, I took my captain aside and asked permission to take a small detail back to the place where our troop had been attacked by the Apaches to search once more for my dead friend. He sent a dozen men with me. We combed the area, and finally found Johnny&#8217;s body hidden in a crevice. It looked exactly the same as it had appeared on the night of Celia&#8217;s wedding. </p>
<p>We brought Johnny back to the fort with us and the captain buried him beside Celia. Celia&#8217;s bridegroom went back East shortly after we buried Johnny, and I resigned my commission a few days later and went home, never wanting to see that cursed place again. </p>
<p>I heard later that Celia&#8217;s ghost was often seen at dusk, weeping over Johnny&#8217;s grave, but I never went back to Fort Union to see it for myself. </p>
<p><em>Reader Submitted,     <br />Bobby Parkinson from Boardman, OH</em></p>
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		<title>A Church Turned Into a Home</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Mar 2010 15:05:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>A Woman Scorned</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;">A wife came home just in time to find her husband in bed with another woman. With strength born of fury, she dragged him down the stairs, out the back door and into the tool shed in the back yard. She literally manhandled him, putting his organ in a vice. Lightening quick, she secured it tightly and removed the handle. She picked up a hacksaw. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Her terrified husband screamed, &quot;Stop! Stop! You&#8217;re not going to cut it off, are you?&quot; </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">With a gleam of revenge in her eye, his wife put the saw in his hand and said, &quot;Nope. I&#8217;m going to set the shed on fire. You do whatever you have to.&quot; </span></p>
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		<title>Movie Tickets</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Mar 2010 17:56:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A man and his wife went out for the night with some friends who picked them up at their house. They left their new Mercedes Benz parked outside. When they came home they realized that their new car had disappeared. They called the police to report the theft and searched fruitlessly for the rest of [...]]]></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 man and his wife went out for the night with some friends who picked them up at their house. They left their new Mercedes Benz parked outside. When they came home they realized that their new car had disappeared. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">They called the police to report the theft and searched fruitlessly for the rest of the night. Devastated by their loss, they went home and went 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;">The next morning, they woke up to see their car parked outside their home, just the way they left it the night before. A note was on the windshield explaining that a man and his wife needed it so they could drive to the local hospital. The grateful and influential man left tickets for the couple to go to a movie premier in the city the next night. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">The couple was thrilled to have their car back and excited to go to the premier. They dressed up and attend the movie the next night. When they got home from the event they found that their home had been robbed and all of their belongings were gone. All they had left was the car they thought they lost the night before. The shocked couple searched the house and found a note saying: HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE MOVIE! </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;">Bobby Lee from WV and <br /> Ashley from FL </span></i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;"></span></p>
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		<title>Was That the Best Man?</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Feb 2010 04:15:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A bride and a groom are at their wedding reception. Everything is going perfectly when the groom stands up to give a toast. He thanks all the guests for coming and for the stack of presents on the table. He thanks the father of the bride for the beautiful reception. He then tells the guests [...]]]></description>
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<p>A bride and a groom are at their wedding reception. Everything is going perfectly when the groom stands up to give a toast. He thanks all the guests for coming and for the stack of presents on the table. He thanks the father of the bride for the beautiful reception. </p>
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<p>He then tells the guests that he has a surprise for all of them. He instructs them to look under their chairs. They do and find a picture taped to the bottom of each seat. </p>
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<p>The guests are shocked and horrified! It&#8217;s a picture of the bride and the best man having sex! The groom says he had a feeling they were having an affair and hired an investigator who took the photo. He then says to the father of the bride, &quot;Thanks for the $30,000 sit-down dinner and party, but I&#8217;m out of here.&quot; And he walked out. </p>
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<p>He filed for an annulment the following Monday. </p>
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		<title>AIDS Mary and Vegas Wedding</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Feb 2010 04:09:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[AIDS Mary A group of young college women went to Florida for spring break. While there, one of the girls became convinced that she had met the perfect man and fell madly in love. By the end of the week they were engaged but when spring break ended the girl had to fly home. When [...]]]></description>
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<p style=""><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">A group of young college women went to Florida for spring break. While there, one of the girls became convinced that she had met the perfect man and fell madly in love. By the end of the week they were engaged but when spring break ended the girl had to fly home.
<p />  When they were saying goodbye at the airport, the man gave her a ring box in which she assumed was an engagement ring. He asked her not to open it until she got home. When she arrived, she excitedly told her family and friends all about &quot;Mr. wonderful&quot;, and with them gathered around her she opened the ring box, which contained a toy skeleton and a piece of paper which said &quot;Welcome to the world of AIDS.&quot; </span></p>
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<p style=""><b><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Another Version&#8230; Vegas Wedding</span></b></p>
<p>A young man took a break from his job as an accountant and went to Las Vegas on holiday. In search of excitement, he spent every night visiting bars and nightclubs, drinking, dancing and meeting women. He was having the time of his life and it seemed like the fun would never end. </p>
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<p>In one particular nightclub, he spotted a beautiful woman, standing on her own. She had long blonde hair and the prettiest face he had ever seen. Their eyes met across the crowded room and the man fell in love at first sight. </p>
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<p>He walked up to the woman and bought her a drink. They talked for hours, laughing, dancing and drinking more and more alcohol. As the night wore on, the man began slurring his words and told the woman that he had fallen in love with her. She said that she had fallen in love with him too. </p>
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<p>By the end of the night, the man and woman were both extremely drunk. As they were stumbling down the street, holding hands, they passed an all night wedding chapel. On a whim, the man dropped to his knees and proposed to the woman. To his surprise, she accepted. They wandered into the wedding chapel and were married on the spot by a justice of the peace. </p>
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<p>Late that night, the newlyweds finally made it back to the man&#8217;s hotel room and collapsed on the bed. They both passed out cold from all the alcohol they had consumed. </p>
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<p>In the morning, the man awoke with a splitting headache. He looked beside him and found the bed empty. His new bride was nowhere to be found. Thinking she must have stepped out to get breakfast, the man got out of bed and made his way into the bathroom to wash up. </p>
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<p>As he was soaping his face, he looked in the mirror. The steam from the hot water had made the mirror fog up, and he noticed there was a message written there. </p>
<p>It read: &#8220;Sorry, I have leprosy and now, so do you&#8221;. </p>
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<p>The man froze in horror. He looked down and screamed as he saw his fingers floating in the sink. </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;">Whitney Mattingly from Louisville, Kentucky </span></i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;"></span></p>
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		<title>The Baby That Carried</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Feb 2010 15:50:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[In an American airport a strange looking young couple arrived to travel to Las Vegas. The couple carried some baggage and a baby swaddled tightly in a blanket. The young couple went trough the security without a problem with the woman holding the baby very close to her body. Once the plane had boarded, the [...]]]></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;">In an American airport a strange looking young couple arrived to travel to Las Vegas. The couple carried some baggage and a baby swaddled tightly in a blanket. The young couple went trough the security without a problem with the woman holding the baby very close to her body. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Once the plane had boarded, the couple took their seats and waited for the airplane to take off with the rest of the passengers. When they were in the air a hostess came to ask if the baby needed anything but the couple refused and said everything would be alright. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">From that moment the hostess was a little suspicious and she watched the couple during the flight. She noticed the couple didn&#8217;t feed the baby, the baby didn&#8217;t cry even once or make any sound at all. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">When the plane landed, the police were waiting for the couple at the airport. The hostess had alerted the authorities. The police searched the couple and found that the baby was dead, it&#8217;s organs had been removed and the body was packed full of illegal drugs. </span></p>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Feb 2010 06:45:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A young newlywed couple was heading to a Halloween party one rainy evening and stopped at a stop sign, where they saw a very wet, very cold, and VERY old woman standing in the rain getting drenched. The wife asked her husband if they could give her a ride. Angela rolled down her window a [...]]]></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 newlywed couple was heading to a Halloween party one rainy evening and stopped at a stop sign, where they saw a very wet, very cold, and VERY old woman standing in the rain getting drenched. The wife asked her husband if they could give her a ride. Angela rolled down her window a little and yelled out, &quot;Do you need a ride somewhere?&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;Yes I would. Thank you so very much&quot;, the old woman said. She got in the back seat and introduced herself. &quot;My name is Ruby.&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;Nice to meet you. I&#8217;m Angela and this is my husband Barry&quot;. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">They made some small talk for a bit. Then Barry asked her, &quot;So, where are you headed, ma&#8217;am?&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;I&#8217;m headed to see my granddaughter who lives just up the road a ways, 129 N. Daughtry Lane. It&#8217;s her birthday and I&#8217;d love to see her.&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;Daughtry? That&#8217;s like 15 miles up the road! That IS a distance&#8230;..&quot;, Barry was miffed. Angela put her hand on his and told him it&#8217;s not much further to their friends&#8217; house for the party from there. They argued a little, when suddenly the back door of the car swung open and slammed shut. Angela looked back and screamed. </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 is it?&quot;, Barry 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;She&#8217;s gone! She must have jumped out or fell out!! We have to go and find her!&quot; They looked for an hour up and down the old farm road, but they couldn&#8217;t find her. Angela said, &quot;What can we do now?&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;We have to tell her granddaughter what happened and that it was an accident&quot;, Barry said. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">They agreed and continued onto the address. They rang the doorbell and a strikingly beautiful young girl answered the door with a sweet and welcoming smile. Angela burst into tears saying, &quot;We lost your grandmother!&quot; </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Startled, the young girl said, &quot;I&#8217;m sorry?&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;Were helping your grandmother by giving her a ride, she was coming here to see you, when she fell out of the back seat while we were in motion.&quot; Barry said. &quot;We looked for an hour, but she was gone. We just had to come and tell you.&quot; </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">The young girl waved them both in. &quot;May I get you anything?&quot; She led them to the living room and asked her guests to quiet down for a bit. The newlyweds sat down and told her what happened. The young girl was frozen solid. &quot;You must be mistaken. My grandmother died 10 years ago&#8230;..&quot; </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Just then, the lights went out and everyone could hear cackling throughout the entire house. </span></p>
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		<description><![CDATA[A man saw an ad in the paper for an &#34;almost new&#34; Porsche, in excellent condition &#8211; price $50. He was certain the printers had made a typographical error, but even at $5,000 it would have been a bargain, so he hurried to the address to look at the car. A nice-looking woman appeared at [...]]]></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 man saw an ad in the paper for an &quot;almost new&quot; Porsche, in excellent condition &#8211; price $50. He was certain the printers had made a typographical error, but even at $5,000 it would have been a bargain, so he hurried to the address to look at the car. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">A nice-looking woman appeared at the front door. When questioned she replied that she had placed the ad in the paper and that the price was indeed $50. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">&quot;The car,&quot; she said, &quot;is in the garage. Come and look at it.&quot; </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">The fellow was overwhelmed. It was a beautiful Porsche and, as the ad promised, &quot;nearly new.&quot; He asked if he could drive the car around the block. The woman said, &quot;Of course,&quot; and went with him. The Porsche drove like a dream. The young man peeled off $50 and handed it over, somewhat sheepishly. The woman gave him the necessary papers, and the car was his. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Finally, the new owner couldn&#8217;t stand it any longer. He had to know why the woman would sell the Porsche at such a ridiculously low price. Her reply was simple: </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">With a half-smile on her face, she said, &quot;My husband ran off with his secretary a few days ago and left a note instructing me to sell the car and the house, and send him the money.&quot; </span></p>
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<p style=""><b><span style="font-size: 18.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Another Version</span></b></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">British radio DJ Tim Shaw had been conducting a steamy interview with Jodie Marsh when he declared over airwaves he would leave his wife and two children for her. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Listening at home, Mr Shaw&#8217;s wife Hayley was infuriated by the proposition and decided to log onto eBay where she posted his Lotus Espirit Turbo under a &#8216;buy it now&#8217; price of 50p. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">&#8220;I need to get rid of this car immediately &#8211; ideally in the next 3-4 hours before my cheating arsehole husband gets home to find it gone and all his belongings in the street,&#8221; read the online posting. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Within minutes the offer was snapped up by a buyer, who later insisted to an inquiring local newspaper that he wished to remain anonymous. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">This is a true story that occurred a few years ago in England. </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;">Kirsty-Louise Lawrence from England </span></i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;"></span></p>
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