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    <title>Aussie Social Conscience</title>
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      <title>A PNN Broadcast by: aussiecynic</title>
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    <pubDate>Sat, 03 May 2008 14:45:49 GMT</pubDate>
    <description>A PNN Broadcast by: aussiecynic</description>
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      <title>Job Retraining</title>
      <description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;A passenger in a taxi leaned forward to ask the driver a question and tapped him on the shoulder. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;The driver screamed, lost control of the cab, nearly hit a bus, drove up over the curb, and for a few moments everything was silent in the cab, and then the still shaking driver said, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm sorry, but you scared the daylights out of me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;The frightened passenger, apologized to the driver, and said he hadn't realized a mere tap on the shoulder would frighten him so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;The driver replied, &lt;em&gt;"No, no, I'm sorry, it's entirely my fault. Today is my first day driving a cab . I've been driving a hearse for the last 23 years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 03 May 2008 14:45:49 GMT</pubDate>
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      <author>Aussiecynic</author>
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      <title>Speeding</title>
      <description>I GOT STOPPED FOR SPEEDING YESTERDAY.&lt;br /&gt;I THOUGHT I COULD TALK&lt;br /&gt;MY WAY OUT OF IT UNTIL THE OFFICER LOOKED AT&lt;br /&gt;MY DOG IN THE BACK SEAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://asset3.pnn.com/graphics/show/13523/225/image.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 30 Mar 2008 05:46:52 GMT</pubDate>
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      <author>Aussiecynic</author>
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      <title>I need a Giggle how about you?</title>
      <description>&lt;font face="Verdana, sans-serif" color="#000000"&gt;A nice, calm and respectable lady went into the pharmacy, walked up to the pharmacist, looked straight into his eyes, and said, "I would like to buy some cyanide."&lt;br /&gt;The pharmacist asked, "Why in the world do you need cyanide?" The lady replied, "I need it to poison my husband."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pharmacist's eyes got big and he exclaimed, "Lord have mercy! I can't give you cyanide to kill your husband. That's against the law! I'll lose my license! They'll throw both of us in jail! All kinds of bad things will happen. Absolutely not! You CANNOT have any cyanide!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady reached into her purse and pulled out a picture of her husband in bed with the pharmacist's wife. The pharmacist looked at the picture and replied, "Well now, that's different. You didn't tell me you had a prescription."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 29 Mar 2008 21:54:28 GMT</pubDate>
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      <author>Aussiecynic</author>
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