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	<title>Comments on: #64 &#8211; Prescription Drugs</title>
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		<title>By: Mark 2100</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ah pharmacological drugs. Reminds me of the time I was high as a kite while flying (I was also high on account of the flying). Half way through the flight, an air hostess approached me and told me I was sitting in an emergency exit row, asked if I &quot;knew&quot; how to open the emergency hatch in the event of an emergency. Assuming that she was hitting on me (as you do) I pointed to the instructions handily printed on the door and said &quot;I think I&#039;ll work it out&quot;. Trying to all suave. But she persisted, saying I really should know how to operate the door. She wouldn&#039;t let up. She started to read the instructions on the door to me! Eventually, I just told her to go fetch me another whiskey before I try putting the theory into practice. That seemed to satisfy her since she left me alone after that. Wait - prescription drugs right? I had a comment about that also.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ah pharmacological drugs. Reminds me of the time I was high as a kite while flying (I was also high on account of the flying). Half way through the flight, an air hostess approached me and told me I was sitting in an emergency exit row, asked if I &#8220;knew&#8221; how to open the emergency hatch in the event of an emergency. Assuming that she was hitting on me (as you do) I pointed to the instructions handily printed on the door and said &#8220;I think I&#8217;ll work it out&#8221;. Trying to all suave. But she persisted, saying I really should know how to operate the door. She wouldn&#8217;t let up. She started to read the instructions on the door to me! Eventually, I just told her to go fetch me another whiskey before I try putting the theory into practice. That seemed to satisfy her since she left me alone after that. Wait &#8211; prescription drugs right? I had a comment about that also.</p>
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