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	<title>Comments on: Guessing Competition</title>
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		<title>By: craig</title>
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		<description>We can&#039;t bust heads like we used to. But we have our ways. One trick is to tell stories that don&#039;t go anywhere. Like the time I caught the ferry to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for m&#039;shoe. So I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt. Which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on &#039;em. Gimme five bees for a quarter, you&#039;d say. Now where was I... oh yeah. The important thing was that I had an onion tied to my belt, which was the style at the time. You couldn&#039;t get white onions, because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...</description>
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