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	<title>Comments on: #412 - Jawbreaker</title>
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	<pubDate>Mon, 13 Oct 2008 02:22:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Signum</title>
		<link>http://www.thebookofbiff.com/2008/01/02/412-jawbreaker/#comment-72024</link>
		<dc:creator>Signum</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2008 14:42:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This never happened to me, but my friend and I were helping out at a day camp, towards the end of the day, he leans back on one of the several foot high windows(just LEANS on it), and the freaking thing shatters and he almost fell through. Strangely, he never got hurt.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This never happened to me, but my friend and I were helping out at a day camp, towards the end of the day, he leans back on one of the several foot high windows(just LEANS on it), and the freaking thing shatters and he almost fell through. Strangely, he never got hurt.</p>
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		<title>By: Ian</title>
		<link>http://www.thebookofbiff.com/2008/01/02/412-jawbreaker/#comment-71813</link>
		<dc:creator>Ian</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Sep 2008 15:40:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Well..I was playing hockey on my driveway...did a slap shot...the ball went towards the grage and the Van's rear view window shadders beside me. Now I'm pretty much assuming a small rock flew off the driveway, becsaue I see no other way for the window to have smashed. 

Oh by the way Biff rocks!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Well..I was playing hockey on my driveway&#8230;did a slap shot&#8230;the ball went towards the grage and the Van&#8217;s rear view window shadders beside me. Now I&#8217;m pretty much assuming a small rock flew off the driveway, becsaue I see no other way for the window to have smashed. </p>
<p>Oh by the way Biff rocks!</p>
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		<title>By: biggo</title>
		<link>http://www.thebookofbiff.com/2008/01/02/412-jawbreaker/#comment-70589</link>
		<dc:creator>biggo</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Aug 2008 13:35:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I'm a Mac person so, yes, Windows break on me all the time. 
*groan*
Boom boom tsch!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m a Mac person so, yes, Windows break on me all the time.<br />
*groan*<br />
Boom boom tsch!</p>
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		<title>By: jeph</title>
		<link>http://www.thebookofbiff.com/2008/01/02/412-jawbreaker/#comment-69853</link>
		<dc:creator>jeph</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Aug 2008 05:17:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My cousin punched a hole in a window. just because she felt like it. the Schools Principle wasn't amused</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My cousin punched a hole in a window. just because she felt like it. the Schools Principle wasn&#8217;t amused</p>
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		<title>By: LadyLuck1337</title>
		<link>http://www.thebookofbiff.com/2008/01/02/412-jawbreaker/#comment-68854</link>
		<dc:creator>LadyLuck1337</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Jul 2008 20:28:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My mother locked us out of the house when I was about 7.  She tried everything.  Credit card in the lock, borrowed butter knife and a few other things I don't remember.  Eventually my mother, my dear sweet mother, utter 3 or 4 curse words and threw a brick into the laundry room window.  It took me about 10 years before I realized that a locksmith would have been the better route.  When I told her that she said that she had realized it the second she let the brick fly.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My mother locked us out of the house when I was about 7.  She tried everything.  Credit card in the lock, borrowed butter knife and a few other things I don&#8217;t remember.  Eventually my mother, my dear sweet mother, utter 3 or 4 curse words and threw a brick into the laundry room window.  It took me about 10 years before I realized that a locksmith would have been the better route.  When I told her that she said that she had realized it the second she let the brick fly.</p>
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		<title>By: Djorra</title>
		<link>http://www.thebookofbiff.com/2008/01/02/412-jawbreaker/#comment-66274</link>
		<dc:creator>Djorra</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2008 02:39:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I've broken a few things in my time.

The latest was a glass door. I held a staple gun up against the glass (why?) and fired it. Weren't any staples in it, but just the metal hitting the glass made a big crack and then it started to crack. In the end, it looked like a big stained-glass window without the stain. The sunset hitting the door looked cool in a not-so-cool sort of way. BTW, there were two panes of safety glass in, so I still have that door, but I had to take every single little shard of glass out, piecemeal.

I have broken about two sets of glassware (not including wineglasses) and am working on my third. Also have broken many, many bowls and plates, and a few casserole dishes. I have broken a PlayStation 1, a Super Nintendo, not one but two DS's, and a GameBoy. Oh, and I accidentally snapped off a handle on a car door .

Whoops.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve broken a few things in my time.</p>
<p>The latest was a glass door. I held a staple gun up against the glass (why?) and fired it. Weren&#8217;t any staples in it, but just the metal hitting the glass made a big crack and then it started to crack. In the end, it looked like a big stained-glass window without the stain. The sunset hitting the door looked cool in a not-so-cool sort of way. BTW, there were two panes of safety glass in, so I still have that door, but I had to take every single little shard of glass out, piecemeal.</p>
<p>I have broken about two sets of glassware (not including wineglasses) and am working on my third. Also have broken many, many bowls and plates, and a few casserole dishes. I have broken a PlayStation 1, a Super Nintendo, not one but two DS&#8217;s, and a GameBoy. Oh, and I accidentally snapped off a handle on a car door .</p>
<p>Whoops.</p>
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		<title>By: Brown Recluse</title>
		<link>http://www.thebookofbiff.com/2008/01/02/412-jawbreaker/#comment-66134</link>
		<dc:creator>Brown Recluse</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Jun 2008 23:45:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Never broke a window before.
I recently put a hole in my bathroom door though (not all the way thru. just on one side of it. Its one of those cheap campus apartment doors).
My cat threw up at the top of the stairs and got away before I could grab her. I wanted to hit something, so I hit my door.
My landlord isnt gonna be too happy about that...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Never broke a window before.<br />
I recently put a hole in my bathroom door though (not all the way thru. just on one side of it. Its one of those cheap campus apartment doors).<br />
My cat threw up at the top of the stairs and got away before I could grab her. I wanted to hit something, so I hit my door.<br />
My landlord isnt gonna be too happy about that&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Pom Rania</title>
		<link>http://www.thebookofbiff.com/2008/01/02/412-jawbreaker/#comment-65232</link>
		<dc:creator>Pom Rania</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Jun 2008 00:53:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I don't remember breaking any windows; but this one time my door was jammed and I had to get out the window to get out of my (ground floor) room. Thing is, I hesitated for a second and got too scared to jump. I ended up stuck on the windowsill -- barefoot and cold but afraid to move -- for the better part of an hour before I got my mother's attention and she called the neighbour to bring a ladder and get me down. Just like a cat stuck up a tree.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I don&#8217;t remember breaking any windows; but this one time my door was jammed and I had to get out the window to get out of my (ground floor) room. Thing is, I hesitated for a second and got too scared to jump. I ended up stuck on the windowsill &#8212; barefoot and cold but afraid to move &#8212; for the better part of an hour before I got my mother&#8217;s attention and she called the neighbour to bring a ladder and get me down. Just like a cat stuck up a tree.</p>
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		<title>By: AdmiralChaos</title>
		<link>http://www.thebookofbiff.com/2008/01/02/412-jawbreaker/#comment-61064</link>
		<dc:creator>AdmiralChaos</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 12 May 2008 04:30:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i got locked inside a racquetball court at the YMCA once by some of the local jerks from the middle school. the windows appeared to be the kind of wire-reinforced bulletproof glass you see on TV, but a single thwack with my racket and i sent a long crack from corner to corner.

i landed up working at the desk of the YMCA for the rest of the 7th grade to make up for it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i got locked inside a racquetball court at the YMCA once by some of the local jerks from the middle school. the windows appeared to be the kind of wire-reinforced bulletproof glass you see on TV, but a single thwack with my racket and i sent a long crack from corner to corner.</p>
<p>i landed up working at the desk of the YMCA for the rest of the 7th grade to make up for it.</p>
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		<title>By: The Dustin</title>
		<link>http://www.thebookofbiff.com/2008/01/02/412-jawbreaker/#comment-57924</link>
		<dc:creator>The Dustin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Apr 2008 20:34:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>uh.... I was attacked by a door with glass in it...
I had come home from school and upon reaching my front door I realized I'd forgotten my house keys, now it being a cold day with strong wind, I sought to shelter myself from the cold by standing between the locked door, and the screen door(in summer we put in the screens but in other seasons it has glass toy help keep the cold out). A strong gust of wind pulled the glass door away from me, I reached out my hand to catch it when the wind suddenly blew it in the opposite direction, and breaking on pane over my hand...
My neighbors got a wonderful surprise by someone ringing their doorbell and finding me standing there holding my badly bleeding left hand... I still have the scar along the knuckle of my ring finger. The sound of breaking glass is the one sound I can't stand, and I absently run a finger along the scar whenever I hear it...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>uh&#8230;. I was attacked by a door with glass in it&#8230;<br />
I had come home from school and upon reaching my front door I realized I&#8217;d forgotten my house keys, now it being a cold day with strong wind, I sought to shelter myself from the cold by standing between the locked door, and the screen door(in summer we put in the screens but in other seasons it has glass toy help keep the cold out). A strong gust of wind pulled the glass door away from me, I reached out my hand to catch it when the wind suddenly blew it in the opposite direction, and breaking on pane over my hand&#8230;<br />
My neighbors got a wonderful surprise by someone ringing their doorbell and finding me standing there holding my badly bleeding left hand&#8230; I still have the scar along the knuckle of my ring finger. The sound of breaking glass is the one sound I can&#8217;t stand, and I absently run a finger along the scar whenever I hear it&#8230;</p>
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