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  <title>Joe Busch - Plinky Answers</title>
  <updated>2011-01-15T13:41:15-06:00</updated>
  
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    <id>http://www.plinky.com/answers/125847</id>
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    <title>I Hope I Never Lose...</title>
    <updated>2011-01-15T13:41:15-06:00</updated>
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  The burning desire to travel and try new things. I don&#39;t know why, but I actually become depressed and upset if I don&#39;t go new places and see new things sometimes.
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    <id>http://www.plinky.com/answers/101832</id>
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    <title>When the Lights Go Out</title>
    <updated>2010-08-03T13:29:32-06:00</updated>
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        <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/25822015@N05/2427951148">The Guitar Man</a>
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  Boosh! no power, I drink all the beer before it gets warm and sit around a play guitar by candle light with my friends.
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    <id>http://www.plinky.com/answers/101458</id>
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    <title>The Movie That Moved Me</title>
    <updated>2010-08-02T13:00:03-06:00</updated>
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          <p>Best movie ever.</p>
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  <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;keywords=He+died+with+a+falafel+in+his+hand&amp;tag=wordprcom-20&amp;search-alias=dvd" title="Grab this movie from Amazon">
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  I liked this movie so much because I feel the main character goes through goes through things that I can empathize with. You see, the main character is a clever and poor young guy who calls himself a writer but never writes much of anything. He is poor and he ends up moving from house to house and living in shared houses. The people he meets in these places are some times crazy, and some times stupid, and some times so wholly unlike himself that he can not connect to them in any way, but not all of them. He makes connections with people at one house and is forced to move on, he feels the strangeness of an old friend walking into a new life. Mostly its a movie about a guy who moves a lot, and all the people he lives with, but it is a fantastic relationship dialog, and if anyone has ever shared a flat with people they did not really know, than they will identify with the main guy. Just trying to make friends stay happy, and pay the rent.
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    <title>This Poem Is Brought to You By the Letter S</title>
    <updated>2010-08-01T19:25:49-06:00</updated>
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  Suddenly sweet, she slides sideways,<br/>she says softly, slipping sounds surreptitiously<br/>sirens songs shall spell sure seppuku
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    <id>http://www.plinky.com/answers/78233</id>
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    <title>George is my favorite Beatle</title>
    <updated>2009-11-13T11:55:26-06:00</updated>
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  His hair mostly. Well...No...His music mostly. No, No, must be the hair.
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    <title>Coldbusters</title>
    <updated>2009-11-02T14:04:31-06:00</updated>
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  Small glass of bourbon. The only thing for a really bad cold is a little bit of bourbon and a good amount of rest.
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    <id>http://www.plinky.com/answers/77243</id>
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    <title>When I was 20, it was a very good year</title>
    <updated>2009-11-01T10:29:37-06:00</updated>
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            <p><strong>20</strong><br />
  Now the answer prompt and the box prompt are asking different questions. My best birthday party was when I turned 20. There was a huge party with tons of friends, and to this day I sometimes meet people who I later learn were at that party. Drunken debauchery was the order of the evening, and we did it well. It was supposed to be a black and white party, but that quickly died as the party rolled on. I was quite sick the next day.</p>
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  <p><strong>8</strong><br />
  The year I turned eight I had a party with everyone in my grade at school. A boy girl party, because I had too many friends to have just a boy party. It was pirate themed, as only the best parties are.</p>
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    <title>Bacon makes it better? True.</title>
    <updated>2009-09-30T00:22:59-06:00</updated>
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  Bacon is, perhaps, the best tasting food on earth. There is really little discussion in why bacon is good tasting, namely, its bad for you. It is clearly a mid level pork industry/organised crime conspiracy. In fact bacon is so bad for you that it if anything tasted better than bacon, it would kill a man right out.
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    <id>http://www.plinky.com/answers/72233</id>
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    <title>Music sounded better on CD</title>
    <updated>2009-09-08T13:06:42-06:00</updated>
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  I hate to sound fuddy duddy, but since I now listen to mp3&#39;s I can say that music actually sounds better on a full size uncompressed compact disk. They carry about 10 times the information per song, and you can hear the difference under some conditions. Yes CDs sound better.
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    <title>When I realized I was a grown-up</title>
    <updated>2009-09-01T12:30:01-06:00</updated>
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  I feel that my change to adult hood is a dark and ominous cloud, looming ahead in my future. I hope to fight it off for as long as possible.
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    <title>When I get home, I change shoes & sweater</title>
    <updated>2009-09-01T12:28:02-06:00</updated>
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  Because I learned all life lessons from Mr. Rodgers. When I come home I put away my street shoes and thick sweater, and put on my deck shoes and this cardigan.
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    <title>My first job: food service</title>
    <updated>2009-09-01T12:26:08-06:00</updated>
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  I started into the real world of indentured servitude at the dairy queen in Hurricane Utah in 2005 I worked for Kim Flematakis and I made 5.65 an hour, and I started in the kitchen. It was gross, and they made us work late into the night, and they paid us poorly, and we were supposed to buy everything we ate. I stayed there for three years, and through a change of ownership. I finally quit for the last time int 2008, making a measly 8 bucks an hour.
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    <title>I'd love to ask my great-great-grandparents 'What they did when they were my age.'</title>
    <updated>2009-09-01T12:11:59-06:00</updated>
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            <p><strong>what they did when they were my age.</strong><br />
  I would really like to know, from someone who has seen so many generations grow up, if all younger generations act like ours, and if all older generations act like our parents. I think they would be so removed from the whole parent children, I play this role you play that role, bullshit that they could really tell me.</p>
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    <title>The egg came first</title>
    <updated>2009-06-13T14:41:49-06:00</updated>
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  the fish egg came before the chicken
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    <id>http://www.plinky.com/answers/60806</id>
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    <title>Hook up the bar</title>
    <updated>2009-06-12T10:53:07-06:00</updated>
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  Bourbon. Bourbon will be the next thing piped into my home. 
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    <title>Point the getaway car to Mexico</title>
    <updated>2009-06-12T10:44:27-06:00</updated>
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  I run out side the building to see her waiting in the red rag top. Its July, the top is down, and the sterio is up. I dash to the car, throw the duffel in the back seat and vault the door into the passenger seat. 
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    <title>Stuck in an elevator with The Beatles</title>
    <updated>2009-04-02T15:00:34-06:00</updated>
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            <p><strong>The Beatles</strong><br />
  Who with, and how, I would like to be stuck in an elevator.<br/>I had just gotten to the hotel, we had been traveling all day, my friends say they will pull the car around to the back door, I will head up to the room ahead of them. I have the guitars and the dope from the car with me, we are sure to get the important things to the room first. I step into the lobby elevator. Wanting only to get up to the room and have a drink. Having just traveled all day I am only a little disheartened when four scruffy looking Brits shuffle in on the bar floor, and push a button far from my level. Moments later, between floors 6 and 7 the elevator stops dead, lights go out, and we hear all the moving parts in the building whrr to a stop. We all curse the poor luck, and move to sit down. After a bit of discussion of whats going on with the four British guys, who sound oddly familiar, the conversation dies out. Just then I remember that I am leaning against two acoustic guitars, and a half a cigarette pack of joints. "Hey, guys, do any of you know how to play guitar? Also, has anyone got a lighter?". They all laugh at this, and one speaks up "Don't you know who we are man?" I ask if I should. Another speaks up "Of course you should man, were the Beatles man!" "Well then" I say, "Who has got a lighter?" </p>
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    <title>, please</title>
    <updated>2009-04-01T00:38:45-06:00</updated>
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  The discontinuation of wires in my home. All information and power to be sent via wireless technology, I want no wires of any kind.
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    <title>Here, have a million dollars</title>
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  I would set up a scholarship fund specifically for those who are going to university but have no intention of graduating. They must show to a preselected board of trustees that they are both attending, and not on track to graduate. It can be used in any way the recipient sees fit.
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    <title>I could eat nothing but iowa food for a year</title>
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  I would only eat the cuisine of the mid west. If I must limit myself to one area of food, it wold be the area that I grew up in, and from whence I still eat most of my food. Potatoes, corn, beef, and green beans.
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