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	<title>Comments on: Friday nights at the Myers.  Woolley, England.</title>
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		<title>By: Cindy</title>
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		<description>&quot;shave his head with a rusty razor...&quot;
one of the funniest memories i have of fort wilderness (christian camp) was at a campfire sing-a-long where we could give requests... my college roommate&#039;s youngest daughter (then 5 i think) requested &quot;what do you do with a drunken sailor&quot; ... we sang all the verses and laughed til we cried!
Jim and I ate a pub that looked quite a bit like that; it was in the middle of nowhere up in the Yorkshire dales on one cold, dusky evening in November &#039;87; best ale and food we had whilst in merry olde england</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;shave his head with a rusty razor&#8230;&#8221;<br />
one of the funniest memories i have of fort wilderness (christian camp) was at a campfire sing-a-long where we could give requests&#8230; my college roommate&#8217;s youngest daughter (then 5 i think) requested &#8220;what do you do with a drunken sailor&#8221; &#8230; we sang all the verses and laughed til we cried!<br />
Jim and I ate a pub that looked quite a bit like that; it was in the middle of nowhere up in the Yorkshire dales on one cold, dusky evening in November &#8217;87; best ale and food we had whilst in merry olde england</p>
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