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	<title>Comments on: #505 - Pest</title>
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	<pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 02:26:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Hybrid</title>
		<link>http://www.thebookofbiff.com/2008/05/12/505/#comment-66267</link>
		<dc:creator>Hybrid</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2008 00:28:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>There was this one time when i put my fist through a wall, my girlfriend had fainted and needed to eat and drink something to regain her strength but her mom wanted nothing more then to drag her out of the house, after having her screaming in my face from outside the front door for 10 minutes or so i went upstairs and punched out in frustration, Luckily the argument i had gave my other half time to get a good drink and some food, also the hole i made gave a refreshing and cooling breeze on warm nights from that point on, I did have swollen knuckles for a long time though, and some scarring, in the end im just happy She was safe and ok, the one thing that REALLY ticked me off was her mothers dissregard for her own daughters safety and health, more concerned with getting her away from me then with her well being.

~Ant</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There was this one time when i put my fist through a wall, my girlfriend had fainted and needed to eat and drink something to regain her strength but her mom wanted nothing more then to drag her out of the house, after having her screaming in my face from outside the front door for 10 minutes or so i went upstairs and punched out in frustration, Luckily the argument i had gave my other half time to get a good drink and some food, also the hole i made gave a refreshing and cooling breeze on warm nights from that point on, I did have swollen knuckles for a long time though, and some scarring, in the end im just happy She was safe and ok, the one thing that REALLY ticked me off was her mothers dissregard for her own daughters safety and health, more concerned with getting her away from me then with her well being.</p>
<p>~Ant</p>
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		<title>By: Pom Rania</title>
		<link>http://www.thebookofbiff.com/2008/05/12/505/#comment-65241</link>
		<dc:creator>Pom Rania</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Jun 2008 06:08:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I've accidentally kicked a hole in the wall a couple of times. Honestly, how was I supposed to know it was weak at that spot?!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve accidentally kicked a hole in the wall a couple of times. Honestly, how was I supposed to know it was weak at that spot?!</p>
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		<title>By: BlackDragon</title>
		<link>http://www.thebookofbiff.com/2008/05/12/505/#comment-64843</link>
		<dc:creator>BlackDragon</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Jun 2008 08:46:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I once punched a hole in my kitchen-door... I don't remember WHAT made me so angry, though. I only remember punching the hole 'cuz I haven't gotten around to fixing it yet...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I once punched a hole in my kitchen-door&#8230; I don&#8217;t remember WHAT made me so angry, though. I only remember punching the hole &#8216;cuz I haven&#8217;t gotten around to fixing it yet&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: AvA</title>
		<link>http://www.thebookofbiff.com/2008/05/12/505/#comment-62263</link>
		<dc:creator>AvA</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 21 May 2008 21:46:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Y'see, I'm one of the odd ones.

I aim for things that I know _won't_ break if I get mad enough to hit something.

Chiefly because it's much easier cursing your stupidity and going for a bottle of Advil than it is cursing your stupidity and trying to patch up a smashed-through door handle with a busted wrist.

That said, my father dented a street sign once in his anger. Just one haul-off and WHAM, fresh three-inch concave in the middle of the sign. Now his pinky's a bit cockeyed, though.

As for telemarketers, I have a simple way of dealing with them. 'I'm on the Do-Not-Call list, so don't call again. '*click* I don't wait for a response. Locally we have a few 'charity' telemarketers that say it's donations for the Sheriff's Office or some shmuck but factually they keep seventy percent or so of what is donated... but since they're 'charity' they don't have to abide by the list.

They've stopped calling since I gave them a false name and changed accents twice in conversation. I started out normal, drifted into a British cockney, and ended the conversation with an 'Aye, laddie bucko, an' yeuh be havin' a grand day teuh.'</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Y&#8217;see, I&#8217;m one of the odd ones.</p>
<p>I aim for things that I know _won&#8217;t_ break if I get mad enough to hit something.</p>
<p>Chiefly because it&#8217;s much easier cursing your stupidity and going for a bottle of Advil than it is cursing your stupidity and trying to patch up a smashed-through door handle with a busted wrist.</p>
<p>That said, my father dented a street sign once in his anger. Just one haul-off and WHAM, fresh three-inch concave in the middle of the sign. Now his pinky&#8217;s a bit cockeyed, though.</p>
<p>As for telemarketers, I have a simple way of dealing with them. &#8216;I&#8217;m on the Do-Not-Call list, so don&#8217;t call again. &#8216;*click* I don&#8217;t wait for a response. Locally we have a few &#8216;charity&#8217; telemarketers that say it&#8217;s donations for the Sheriff&#8217;s Office or some shmuck but factually they keep seventy percent or so of what is donated&#8230; but since they&#8217;re &#8216;charity&#8217; they don&#8217;t have to abide by the list.</p>
<p>They&#8217;ve stopped calling since I gave them a false name and changed accents twice in conversation. I started out normal, drifted into a British cockney, and ended the conversation with an &#8216;Aye, laddie bucko, an&#8217; yeuh be havin&#8217; a grand day teuh.&#8217;</p>
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		<title>By: Setra</title>
		<link>http://www.thebookofbiff.com/2008/05/12/505/#comment-61925</link>
		<dc:creator>Setra</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 17 May 2008 02:20:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ah the fun I've had punching holes through walls, never got injuries from it.  Once I punched a hole through a glass window, only a couple of small cuts.  I was a pretty violent kid, once I pulled a knife on my brother.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ah the fun I&#8217;ve had punching holes through walls, never got injuries from it.  Once I punched a hole through a glass window, only a couple of small cuts.  I was a pretty violent kid, once I pulled a knife on my brother.</p>
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		<title>By: Hemicomputer</title>
		<link>http://www.thebookofbiff.com/2008/05/12/505/#comment-61491</link>
		<dc:creator>Hemicomputer</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2008 12:45:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I busted my nose and fell over while trying to dance once. That's why I don't dance.

ANGER-related injuries I've had none of. Can't say the same for one certain chair, though.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I busted my nose and fell over while trying to dance once. That&#8217;s why I don&#8217;t dance.</p>
<p>ANGER-related injuries I&#8217;ve had none of. Can&#8217;t say the same for one certain chair, though.</p>
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		<title>By: Foxfire</title>
		<link>http://www.thebookofbiff.com/2008/05/12/505/#comment-61420</link>
		<dc:creator>Foxfire</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2008 04:22:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Never punched through a wall....kicked through one a couple times though.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Never punched through a wall&#8230;.kicked through one a couple times though.</p>
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		<title>By: Diana M.</title>
		<link>http://www.thebookofbiff.com/2008/05/12/505/#comment-61375</link>
		<dc:creator>Diana M.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 20:30:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I once got very angry at this annoing kid in my class.It took seven people to stop me from breaking his nose and I cracked the school wall.And another time I broke my bed.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I once got very angry at this annoing kid in my class.It took seven people to stop me from breaking his nose and I cracked the school wall.And another time I broke my bed.</p>
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		<title>By: MOD</title>
		<link>http://www.thebookofbiff.com/2008/05/12/505/#comment-61357</link>
		<dc:creator>MOD</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 17:57:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>@chris
im one of those who has punched through a wall....really screwed with my knuckles...i've never bled so much!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>@chris<br />
im one of those who has punched through a wall&#8230;.really screwed with my knuckles&#8230;i&#8217;ve never bled so much!</p>
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		<title>By: Just Ryan</title>
		<link>http://www.thebookofbiff.com/2008/05/12/505/#comment-61272</link>
		<dc:creator>Just Ryan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 05:21:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>In my youth I used other objects to express my anger;  i remember a few chairs being thrown and a large clothes hamper...recently my manager has had me wanted to smash his face into a solid, immobile object, but there is retribution for that, which involves losing my only source of income.  As far as telemarketers go, I've never had a landline since moving out, so I haven't had the pleasure of dealing with them.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In my youth I used other objects to express my anger;  i remember a few chairs being thrown and a large clothes hamper&#8230;recently my manager has had me wanted to smash his face into a solid, immobile object, but there is retribution for that, which involves losing my only source of income.  As far as telemarketers go, I&#8217;ve never had a landline since moving out, so I haven&#8217;t had the pleasure of dealing with them.</p>
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