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		<id>//en.wikifur.com/wiki/Neko</id>
		<title>Neko</title>
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				<updated>2006-05-28T01:55:06Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;81.227.113.29: &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Now this is the story all about how,&lt;br /&gt;
My life got flipped, turned upside down,&lt;br /&gt;
And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there,&lt;br /&gt;
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In West Philadelphia I was born and raised&lt;br /&gt;
On the playground is where I spent most of my days.&lt;br /&gt;
Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin all cool,&lt;br /&gt;
And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When a couple of guys who were up to no good,&lt;br /&gt;
Started makin' trouble in my neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared,&lt;br /&gt;
And said &amp;quot;You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in bel Air.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I whistled for a cab, and when it came near,&lt;br /&gt;
The license plate said &amp;quot;fresh&amp;quot; and it had dice in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;
If anything I could say that this cat was rare,&lt;br /&gt;
But I thought &amp;quot;Nah forget it, Yo home to Bel Air.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight,&lt;br /&gt;
and I yelled to the cabby &amp;quot;Yo homes, smell ya later.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there,&lt;br /&gt;
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== COCKS ==&lt;br /&gt;
COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS COCKS&lt;br /&gt;
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NOBODY PUTS AN END TO THE WEEABOO FAGGOTRY LIKE GASTON!&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>81.227.113.29</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>//en.wikifur.com/wiki/Furry</id>
		<title>Furry</title>
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				<updated>2006-05-28T01:38:45Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;81.227.113.29: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;*Now this is the story all about how,&lt;br /&gt;
My life got flipped, turned upside down,&lt;br /&gt;
And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there,&lt;br /&gt;
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In West Philadelphia I was born and raised&lt;br /&gt;
On the playground is where I spent most of my days.&lt;br /&gt;
Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin all cool,&lt;br /&gt;
And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When a couple of guys who were up to no good,&lt;br /&gt;
Started makin' trouble in my neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared,&lt;br /&gt;
And said &amp;quot;You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in bel Air.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I whistled for a cab, and when it came near,&lt;br /&gt;
The license plate said &amp;quot;fresh&amp;quot; and it had dice in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;
'''If anything I could say that this cat was rare,'''&lt;br /&gt;
But I thought &amp;quot;Nah forget it, Yo home to Bel Air.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight,&lt;br /&gt;
and I yelled to the cabby &amp;quot;Yo homes, smell ya later.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there,&lt;br /&gt;
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*YOU ARE MAKING YOUR MOTHERS CRY.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*Many believe that a cat is fine too.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Cow Scritching==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To start with, most cows absolutely love to be brushed, scritched, petted.  One almost universally well-known spot most cows love to be scritched over, is over their hips, and down the back of their hindlegs.  It does happen that some cows when I am scritching them there, deliberately move their rear towards me, so that I will touch their privates.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Most people who are caring about their cows will scritch over their hindlegs and hips, because the cows enjoy it.  I am guessing those who are not zoo will move their hand away in case the cow leans their genitals into the scritching.  Me, and other cow-loving zoos will just keep touching them, as long as the cow shows that she is enjoying it.  So, in a lot of cases, it's actually the cow herself making the first move.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes, I will instead make the first move, and gently move my hand closer to their genitals.  It's like asking a question: &amp;quot;Do you like this right now?&amp;quot;  They show extremely clearly wheter they enjoy the touch or not.  If they enjoy it, they raise their tail up to the side, allowing easier access, sometimes leaning into my touch.   If they don't enjoy it, they lower their tail, and/or step away from me.  It's very clear.  I don't even touch their genitals, just nearby.  And if they show they don't enjoy it, their will is always respected, and I will scritch them in the places they want to be scritched in at the OH SHIT IT'S A LION GET IN THE CAR&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==That Fucking Cat==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*If I SEE THAT FUCKING CAT ONE MORE TIME&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
yiff in hell furfags&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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