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  <title>Back to the Party (or lack thereof)</title>
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  <updated>2008-11-26T01:53:37Z</updated>
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    <title>With the name Jim Bob, how does one procreate?</title>
    <published>2008-11-26T01:53:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-26T01:53:37Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">There's a family in this world with seventeen children. All natural, all their's, no kids adopted from Cambodia, Laos, Zimbabwe....they even have one in the oven. Seventeen kids. That's a lot of procreation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their names are Jim Bob and Michelle Duggar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim Bob. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one have sex with a Jim Bob? How does one take someone named Jim Bob seriously enought that they're willing to give said man the time of day? This would have been my first&amp;nbsp;encounter with him: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elyse: Hey *sexy smile*&lt;br /&gt;Mystery man: Hey there lil' lady, let me buy you a drink....&lt;br /&gt;Elyse: *smirk* thanks. What's your name?&lt;br /&gt;Mystery man: Jim Bob. Jim Bob Duggar.&lt;br /&gt;Elyse: I.....*grabs drink off the counter*...I have to go.....it....it was nice to meet you Jim....Bob....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have even got passed the first drink, let alone let this guy get into my pants. Jim I can handle. Bob i can handle as well. The two together, however, is a deadly combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the Duggar's must have a hard enough time as it is, finidng time to do the horizontal tango with a house full of children whose names all start with J (Jedidiah, Josiah, Jinger....dare I go on?) so when they get in the bedroom, the magic has got to happen. Quick. To make more babies. The Duggar line is in serious danger of not having quite enough devout, home-schooled children whose hobbies mostly comprise of cooking, cleaning, and gospel music to carry on the family name. So the clothes are off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you shout in the throes of passion with a name like Jim Bob? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, Jim Bob&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Harder, Jim Bob&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;More, Jim Bob, more!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must be something sexy about a guy whose name is rediculously folksy, and starts with a J. There must be something about the Duggar men that i'm missing. &lt;br /&gt;Their oldest son is in his early twenties. &lt;br /&gt;Are you thinking what i'm thinking?</content>
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