<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss version="2.0"
	xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"
	xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"
	xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"
	xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/"
		>
<channel>
	<title>Comments on: Kissing Cousins</title>
	<atom:link href="http://www.edhumphries.com/2006/02/kissing-cousins/feed/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" />
	<link>http://www.edhumphries.com/2006/02/kissing-cousins/</link>
	<description>What Goes On In Your Ed?</description>
	<lastBuildDate>Thu, 29 Jul 2010 21:14:38 +0000</lastBuildDate>
	<sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod>
	<sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency>
	<generator>http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0</generator>
	<item>
		<title>By: JFCC</title>
		<link>http://www.edhumphries.com/2006/02/kissing-cousins/#comment-40</link>
		<dc:creator>JFCC</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Feb 2006 00:16:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://edhumphries.com/blog/?p=54#comment-40</guid>
		<description>What Ed has neglected to mention is my own dirty role in bringing up this topic at every family gathering, or rather, reminding the &quot;kissing cousins&quot; of it whenever possible, only to watch with glee as they proceed to torment Ed. Or try to. Ed has managed to turn the tables with his &quot;they must have been watching&quot; scenario.

But that&#039;s not to say he doesn&#039;t have other stories. Oh, no. Who knows what you have spoken to the darkness, in bitter watches of the night,
when all your life seems to shrink, the walls of your bower closing in about you...

Ahem, excuse me, lost myself for a second there. As for me, there was the time, at age eleven, that I threw an absolute fit because my parents told me to share my BubbleTape with my sister (which, for the record, is SIX FEET of bubblegum). There was no way I was sharing even one inch (or 1/72) of artificially -flavored putty with my younger sister. I don&#039;t know why I did this, but I&#039;m sure I had my reasons at the time.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What Ed has neglected to mention is my own dirty role in bringing up this topic at every family gathering, or rather, reminding the &#8220;kissing cousins&#8221; of it whenever possible, only to watch with glee as they proceed to torment Ed. Or try to. Ed has managed to turn the tables with his &#8220;they must have been watching&#8221; scenario.</p>
<p>But that&#8217;s not to say he doesn&#8217;t have other stories. Oh, no. Who knows what you have spoken to the darkness, in bitter watches of the night,<br />
when all your life seems to shrink, the walls of your bower closing in about you&#8230;</p>
<p>Ahem, excuse me, lost myself for a second there. As for me, there was the time, at age eleven, that I threw an absolute fit because my parents told me to share my BubbleTape with my sister (which, for the record, is SIX FEET of bubblegum). There was no way I was sharing even one inch (or 1/72) of artificially -flavored putty with my younger sister. I don&#8217;t know why I did this, but I&#8217;m sure I had my reasons at the time.</p>
]]></content:encoded>
	</item>
</channel>
</rss>
