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	<title>Comments on: Glaciers are Buzz Saws</title>
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		<title>By: sociallyconsciousbird.com &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Pantapalooza</title>
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		<description>[...] Unless you&#8217;ve been living under a rock as the fashion world has been spinning around these last few years, you know that girls&#8217; pants are all the rage on male legs. These tight little excuses for clothing are apparently all the rage amongst the emo crowd, and yesterday at lunch I tried to be society&#8217;s slave. I traded pants with Taryn. I fully expect a line of parental questioning regarding this event; the last time I traded garments with Taryn, the folks wouldn&#8217;t let it go for a while. [...]</description>
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