<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss version="2.0"
	xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"
	xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"
	xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"
	xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/"
		>
<channel>
	<title>Comments on: Quick Tip #8: Tigers, Scorpions, and Assholes</title>
	<atom:link href="http://www.indiadrummond.com/2010/01/11/quick-tip-8-tigers-scorpions-and-assholes/feed/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" />
	<link>http://www.indiadrummond.com/2010/01/11/quick-tip-8-tigers-scorpions-and-assholes/</link>
	<description>Welcome to the official site of India Drummond - urban fantasy, sci-fi, and romance author. Ordinary Angels, her debut novel, comes out April 2011!</description>
	<lastBuildDate>Sat, 11 Sep 2010 01:16:35 -0600</lastBuildDate>
	<generator>http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.4</generator>
	<sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod>
	<sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency>
		<item>
		<title>By: Girl Fren'</title>
		<link>http://www.indiadrummond.com/2010/01/11/quick-tip-8-tigers-scorpions-and-assholes/comment-page-1/#comment-1628</link>
		<dc:creator>Girl Fren'</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Jan 2010 16:40:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.indiadrummond.com/?p=921#comment-1628</guid>
		<description>A girl had a small boat and her mother sent her to market for three geese and a bag of corn. Coming back, she realized there was a problem: three geese and a large bag of corn wouldn&#039;t fit in her boat. If she took the geese across and returned for the corn, the geese would run away; if she took one goose and the corn then returned for the other two geese, the first one would eat the corn and fly away. Hmmm.

As she pondered, she heard a voice coming from down near her shoe. Will wonders never cease? It was a talking Asp.

&quot;I know how to work this out, and will tell you in exchange for a ride across the river.&quot; 

The geese hissed at him, thinking, &quot;Lunch.&quot; 

The Asp plead with the girl, &quot;Tuck me inside your shirt; protect me, and I&#039;ll give you the solution to your problem.&quot;

So the girl firmly put her boot on the snake’s head, crushed it and said to the geese, &quot;Lunch is served!&quot;

The moral of our story is: Aesop thought we were idiots.

The moral of MY story is: People are the only things on earth that can make us truly miserable. We have creams for rashes, shots to prevent flu, and Shrinks to help us learn new perceptions, but there is no vaccine against an A-List Hole.

Like the girl in the fable, I&#039;d pull on my big girl panties, laugh at his/her chutzpah, give &#039;em what he has coming, and go to lunch.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A girl had a small boat and her mother sent her to market for three geese and a bag of corn. Coming back, she realized there was a problem: three geese and a large bag of corn wouldn&#8217;t fit in her boat. If she took the geese across and returned for the corn, the geese would run away; if she took one goose and the corn then returned for the other two geese, the first one would eat the corn and fly away. Hmmm.</p>
<p>As she pondered, she heard a voice coming from down near her shoe. Will wonders never cease? It was a talking Asp.</p>
<p>&#8220;I know how to work this out, and will tell you in exchange for a ride across the river.&#8221; </p>
<p>The geese hissed at him, thinking, &#8220;Lunch.&#8221; </p>
<p>The Asp plead with the girl, &#8220;Tuck me inside your shirt; protect me, and I&#8217;ll give you the solution to your problem.&#8221;</p>
<p>So the girl firmly put her boot on the snake’s head, crushed it and said to the geese, &#8220;Lunch is served!&#8221;</p>
<p>The moral of our story is: Aesop thought we were idiots.</p>
<p>The moral of MY story is: People are the only things on earth that can make us truly miserable. We have creams for rashes, shots to prevent flu, and Shrinks to help us learn new perceptions, but there is no vaccine against an A-List Hole.</p>
<p>Like the girl in the fable, I&#8217;d pull on my big girl panties, laugh at his/her chutzpah, give &#8216;em what he has coming, and go to lunch.</p>
]]></content:encoded>
	</item>
</channel>
</rss>
