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	<title>Comments on: Bill Leinenkugel Passes Away</title>
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	<description>What part of beer don't you understand?</description>
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		<title>By: The Daily Eudemon</title>
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		<dc:creator>The Daily Eudemon</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 08:53:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] A good day is shaping up: weather forecast warm, beer forecast cold. I had planned on spending the afternoon quaffing, but a client called and said she needed to see me Saturday. Because I&#8217;m tied up all day Saturday, the only option was to schedule her for 7:45 a.m. I couldn&#8217;t exactly risk a hangover (&#8221;I think a D reorg . . . [!#%*, my head, ouch. Why isn&#8217;t that @$%$*@$# Motrin kicking in, ouch] . . . would work if you want to . . . [wait, I&#8217;m feeling kinda oozy] . . insulate liability for the dynamite-production side of the business,&#8221; so I drank Thursday night. Nothing heavy, just a couple of Leinenkugels (my tribute to the brewery&#8217;s former president, Bill Leinenkugel, who passed away this week) while waiting for The Office to come on. I have one of those unjustified hangovers this morning (three beers doesn&#8217;t call for a headache and slight stomach pains), but I still plan on drinking a few this evening. The weatherman says this weekend might be the last real nice one. __________ [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] A good day is shaping up: weather forecast warm, beer forecast cold. I had planned on spending the afternoon quaffing, but a client called and said she needed to see me Saturday. Because I&#8217;m tied up all day Saturday, the only option was to schedule her for 7:45 a.m. I couldn&#8217;t exactly risk a hangover (&#8221;I think a D reorg . . . [!#%*, my head, ouch. Why isn&#8217;t that @$%$*@$# Motrin kicking in, ouch] . . . would work if you want to . . . [wait, I&#8217;m feeling kinda oozy] . . insulate liability for the dynamite-production side of the business,&#8221; so I drank Thursday night. Nothing heavy, just a couple of Leinenkugels (my tribute to the brewery&#8217;s former president, Bill Leinenkugel, who passed away this week) while waiting for The Office to come on. I have one of those unjustified hangovers this morning (three beers doesn&#8217;t call for a headache and slight stomach pains), but I still plan on drinking a few this evening. The weatherman says this weekend might be the last real nice one. __________ [...]</p>
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