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	<title>Comments on: Pet Peeves, Vol. II</title>
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		<title>By: Sunday</title>
		<link>http://www.angerburger.com/2009/07/pet-peeves-vol-ii/comment-page-1/#comment-266</link>
		<dc:creator>Sunday</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 19:30:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Prepare to be disappointed!  I don&#039;t really BBQ &lt;i&gt;or&lt;/i&gt; grill, so I just don&#039;t have any idea of what I&#039;m talking about.  That&#039;s why I&#039;ve made friends with you!  

Smoking, smoking I get.  My grandpa cold-smokes salmon that I would literally punch a baby for.  I suppose I&#039;d better ask him to tell me how he does it next time I see him.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Prepare to be disappointed!  I don&#8217;t really BBQ <i>or</i> grill, so I just don&#8217;t have any idea of what I&#8217;m talking about.  That&#8217;s why I&#8217;ve made friends with you!  </p>
<p>Smoking, smoking I get.  My grandpa cold-smokes salmon that I would literally punch a baby for.  I suppose I&#8217;d better ask him to tell me how he does it next time I see him.</p>
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		<title>By: Catastrophysicist</title>
		<link>http://www.angerburger.com/2009/07/pet-peeves-vol-ii/comment-page-1/#comment-264</link>
		<dc:creator>Catastrophysicist</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 18:40:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m going to be disappointed if we don&#039;t know the difference &#039;BBQ&#039; and &#039;Grilling&#039; &#039;round here. Most people don&#039;t, but really? You can&#039;t smoke a beef brisket with a frying pan.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m going to be disappointed if we don&#8217;t know the difference &#8216;BBQ&#8217; and &#8216;Grilling&#8217; &#8217;round here. Most people don&#8217;t, but really? You can&#8217;t smoke a beef brisket with a frying pan.</p>
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		<title>By: alice</title>
		<link>http://www.angerburger.com/2009/07/pet-peeves-vol-ii/comment-page-1/#comment-262</link>
		<dc:creator>alice</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 01:29:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>firstly, BAW HAW HAW.  allow me to address your points in order:

1. that shit is why i stopped watching tastespotting- nothing more fucking irritating than 20 different photos of fucking insalata caprese with the words, &quot;summer on a plate!&quot; written under them.  SHUT THE FUCK UP, IT IS TOMATOES ON A PLATE. 

2. i work in a cafe and there are so many &#039;active&#039; folk that show up all sweaty and gross, and frankly i don&#039;t mind taking their wadded up bills but i can&#039;t wrap my head around what would possess a person to run 5 miles straight and then go directly to a cafe and order a HOT GLASS OF MILK WITH A TINY BIT OF COFFEE IN IT.  fuck you and your latte, you freak!! who the fuck drinks a latte after a fucking workout!? DRINK WATER, DUMBSHIT!  

3. margarine is gross and it will give you cancer, but it does make superior grilled cheese sandwiches because yes, you can spread it when it&#039;s cold without decimating your bread.

4. dude when people talk about how much they can&#039;t wait to bbq, what they really mean is they can&#039;t wait to sit in the backyard and drink beer at 2 o&#039;clock, DUHHHHHHHHH.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>firstly, BAW HAW HAW.  allow me to address your points in order:</p>
<p>1. that shit is why i stopped watching tastespotting- nothing more fucking irritating than 20 different photos of fucking insalata caprese with the words, &#8220;summer on a plate!&#8221; written under them.  SHUT THE FUCK UP, IT IS TOMATOES ON A PLATE. </p>
<p>2. i work in a cafe and there are so many &#8216;active&#8217; folk that show up all sweaty and gross, and frankly i don&#8217;t mind taking their wadded up bills but i can&#8217;t wrap my head around what would possess a person to run 5 miles straight and then go directly to a cafe and order a HOT GLASS OF MILK WITH A TINY BIT OF COFFEE IN IT.  fuck you and your latte, you freak!! who the fuck drinks a latte after a fucking workout!? DRINK WATER, DUMBSHIT!  </p>
<p>3. margarine is gross and it will give you cancer, but it does make superior grilled cheese sandwiches because yes, you can spread it when it&#8217;s cold without decimating your bread.</p>
<p>4. dude when people talk about how much they can&#8217;t wait to bbq, what they really mean is they can&#8217;t wait to sit in the backyard and drink beer at 2 o&#8217;clock, DUHHHHHHHHH.</p>
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		<title>By: Kate</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kate</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Jul 2009 13:54:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh, God, the spandex brigade and their crotch dollars. They always stored their money in small, secret zippered pouches that seemed to be located in the general crotch-area of their spandex shorts, and yes, they were always damp (except for the ones from guys who thought to put their bills in ziploc snack bags beforehand; thanks, man).</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh, God, the spandex brigade and their crotch dollars. They always stored their money in small, secret zippered pouches that seemed to be located in the general crotch-area of their spandex shorts, and yes, they were always damp (except for the ones from guys who thought to put their bills in ziploc snack bags beforehand; thanks, man).</p>
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		<title>By: quagmire</title>
		<link>http://www.angerburger.com/2009/07/pet-peeves-vol-ii/comment-page-1/#comment-242</link>
		<dc:creator>quagmire</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Jul 2009 04:33:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hell, she&#039;s been cranky ever since she got popped by the L.A. PoPo for her year-old out-of-state plates.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hell, she&#8217;s been cranky ever since she got popped by the L.A. PoPo for her year-old out-of-state plates.</p>
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		<title>By: Mom</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mom</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Jul 2009 22:14:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>ohh, you were just cranky yestarday morning.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>ohh, you were just cranky yestarday morning.</p>
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