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			<title>www.wenchearnes.com</title>
			<pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2009 22:25:25 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[Fortsetter bloggingen på   www.wenchearnes.com  ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Fortsetter bloggingen på<strong> <a href="http://www.wenchearnes.com">www.wenchearnes.com</a></strong>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>Summer lovin</title>
			<pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2009 00:17:54 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[   © Wenche    ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<img src="http://pourtoujours.blogg.no/images/446230-3-1247789702480-n600.jpg" alt="img0618" /><br /><em>© Wenche<br /> <br /></em>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>Good night babe.</title>
			<pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2009 02:47:13 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[   You have the teddy I gave you, and I have the teddy you gave me. Yours is little and cute, like me. And mine is big and manly, like you. Yours has the scent of me, and mine has the scent of you. It´ll work for tonight. But tomorrow, I need your arms again. Cause the teddy you gave me aint fakin no heartbeats. And he aint kissing me back. Good night babe.]]></description>
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			<title>Right for your rights</title>
			<pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2009 19:45:17 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[      © Wenche.   I flere uker har jeg irritert meg, for ikke å snakke om småsjalusien jeg har følt overfor andre mennesker.  De som har ferie . De som kan gjøre akkurat hva de vil. De som kan drikke vin, se en film og grille i godt lag. For i mens de lever livet jobber jeg på kinoen, og bruker min sommerferie på å selge billetter, og bli oppkjeftet av gamle damer som mener det ikke skal være salt i popcornet. Og i mellom de lange pausene ser jeg bare sola som skinner der ute, og alle de lettkledde menneskene.  Men i dag var annerledes. I dag regnet det! Og mens alle de lettkledde menneskene måtte løpe og finne ly, satt jeg godt i stolen min med bærbaren i fanget, en neve popcorn, kald cola og et smil rundt munnen. Tørr. Og det er ganske koselig å være inne når det regner. Det blir en mørk, koselig stemning inn igjennom de store vinduene, og man hører såvidt regnet der ute.   ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<img src="http://pourtoujours.blogg.no/images/446230-5-1247254444426-n600.jpg" alt="mg1623" /><br /><em><br /></em><em>© Wenche. <br /><br />I flere uker har jeg irritert meg, for ikke å snakke om småsjalusien jeg har følt overfor andre mennesker. <em>De som har ferie</em>. De som kan gjøre akkurat hva de vil. De som kan drikke vin, se en film og grille i godt lag. For i mens de lever livet jobber jeg på kinoen, og bruker min sommerferie på å selge billetter, og bli oppkjeftet av gamle damer som mener det ikke skal være salt i popcornet. Og i mellom de lange pausene ser jeg bare sola som skinner der ute, og alle de lettkledde menneskene. <br />Men i dag var annerledes. I dag regnet det! Og mens alle de lettkledde menneskene måtte løpe og finne ly, satt jeg godt i stolen min med bærbaren i fanget, en neve popcorn, kald cola og et smil rundt munnen. Tørr. Og det er ganske koselig å være inne når det regner. Det blir en mørk, koselig stemning inn igjennom de store vinduene, og man hører såvidt regnet der ute. <br /></em>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>No one knows what we did those late summer nights, and we might just not tell you mom about it either</title>
			<pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 00:14:00 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>We celebrated her first birthday</title>
			<pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 19:18:04 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[   But it was the first and last birthday we ever celebrated together.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<img src="http://pourtoujours.blogg.no/images/446230-1-1247080425417-n600.jpg" alt="1zdoh88" /><br /><br />But it was the first and last birthday we ever celebrated together.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>You rock my world</title>
			<pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 12:01:16 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[   I don´t have a lot to say, but it makes me sick how all of you suddenly love Mj after his death. He could have needed your support while he was still alive, cause he sure doesn´t need it now. This man is worth more then your pitty, so stop pretending you all loved him, and start respecting him without being so artificial.   I don´t believe in lies like child abuse, surgery during to skincolour or &quot;Wacko Jacko&quot;, and neither should you.   You rocked my world and still do, Michael Joseph Jackson. Rest in peace.                         ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<img src="http://pourtoujours.blogg.no/images/446230-1-1247052307533-n600.jpg" alt="michaeljacksoninvincible" /><br /><br />I don´t have a lot to say, but it makes me sick how all of you suddenly love Mj after his death. He could have needed your support while he was still alive, cause he sure doesn´t need it now. This man is worth more then your pitty, so stop pretending you all loved him, and start respecting him without being so artificial. <br /><br />I don´t believe in lies like child abuse, surgery during to skincolour or &quot;Wacko Jacko&quot;, and neither should you. <br /><br />You rocked my world and still do, Michael Joseph Jackson. Rest in peace. <br /><img src="http://pourtoujours.blogg.no/images/446230-1-1247054035397-n600.jpg" alt="michaeljacksoncapadoalbumbilliejean" /><br /><br /><img src="http://pourtoujours.blogg.no/images/446230-1-1247054089930-n600.jpg" alt="08dirtydiana" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.</title>
			<pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 13:23:11 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Hello. Do you want to come over for dinner?</title>
			<pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 13:07:11 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[   © Wenche   ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<img src="http://pourtoujours.blogg.no/images/446230-3-1246971433419-n700.jpg" alt="img09222" /><br /><em>© Wenche <br /></em>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>POUR TOUJOURS</title>
			<pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 00:18:18 GMT</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[   © 200 9   Quack, quack, quack!]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<img src="http://pourtoujours.blogg.no/images/446230-3-1246925557005-n600.jpg" alt="img60522" /><br /><em>© 200</em>9 <br /><br />Quack, quack, quack!]]></content:encoded>
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