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	<title>Comments on: Ben Folds Last Night in Town: Part One</title>
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		<title>By: gAZ</title>
		<link>http://improveverywhere.com/2001/08/02/ben-folds-last-night-in-town-part-one/#comment-54255</link>
		<dc:creator>gAZ</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Sep 2008 23:51:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>First half of story - slightly amusing.  However, this happens every night of every week when a bunch of guys go out for beers.  

Second half of story - this just happens every time someone trying to earn a living comes across an asshole.

More imagination needed.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>First half of story - slightly amusing.  However, this happens every night of every week when a bunch of guys go out for beers.  </p>
<p>Second half of story - this just happens every time someone trying to earn a living comes across an asshole.</p>
<p>More imagination needed.</p>
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		<title>By: Kozz</title>
		<link>http://improveverywhere.com/2001/08/02/ben-folds-last-night-in-town-part-one/#comment-28608</link>
		<dc:creator>Kozz</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Apr 2008 13:47:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That reminds me of the time a friend and I had convinced people we were the BoDeans.  After all, he did play guitar and I was singing, and we'd attended a few open mic nights.  That plus beers, what more convincing did these girls need?  We don't at all look like brothers or anything, but a few beers seemed to hide that quite well.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That reminds me of the time a friend and I had convinced people we were the BoDeans.  After all, he did play guitar and I was singing, and we&#8217;d attended a few open mic nights.  That plus beers, what more convincing did these girls need?  We don&#8217;t at all look like brothers or anything, but a few beers seemed to hide that quite well.</p>
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		<title>By: SGrahambo</title>
		<link>http://improveverywhere.com/2001/08/02/ben-folds-last-night-in-town-part-one/#comment-28031</link>
		<dc:creator>SGrahambo</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Apr 2008 16:52:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Are you aware of the guy at Zug.com? he is a major prankster and at one point they impersonated Michael Jackson (complete with the umbrella guy) and his whole entourage to some charity event and apparently is was quite believable because it got the press involved.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Are you aware of the guy at Zug.com? he is a major prankster and at one point they impersonated Michael Jackson (complete with the umbrella guy) and his whole entourage to some charity event and apparently is was quite believable because it got the press involved.</p>
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		<title>By: Jagdu</title>
		<link>http://improveverywhere.com/2001/08/02/ben-folds-last-night-in-town-part-one/#comment-24016</link>
		<dc:creator>Jagdu</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2008 16:14:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hilarious, I can't believe those girls didn't know that you don't look anything like Ben Folds!  You think she would have at least seen a picture on her sisters CD at some point in her life.  Then again, being at a bar they were likely drunk and wouldn't have noticed Bill Clinton walk in!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hilarious, I can&#8217;t believe those girls didn&#8217;t know that you don&#8217;t look anything like Ben Folds!  You think she would have at least seen a picture on her sisters CD at some point in her life.  Then again, being at a bar they were likely drunk and wouldn&#8217;t have noticed Bill Clinton walk in!</p>
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		<title>By: Gregory</title>
		<link>http://improveverywhere.com/2001/08/02/ben-folds-last-night-in-town-part-one/#comment-18659</link>
		<dc:creator>Gregory</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Mar 2008 16:39:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>A few summers ago me and 2 of my very best freinds who just happen to be ladies headed out for our usual Wednesday night preferred bar.   We were friends from high school all back home from college for summer break.  Since I was a guy and they were both single we began debating on the car ride to the bar about how to make sure none of the other guys at the bar got the wrong idea about me being a boyfriend to one or the other.  At first we thought about making me to be a cousin to one of them, visiting from out of town.  In all honesty when they had first made mention of the fact that they wanted to ensure I didn't cramp their game, I was mildy annoyed.  But once we began brainstorming ideas to make it happen, I quickly saw it as a chance to improv and probably would find far greater enjoyment in doing it than the hookup benefit they might garner for it being done.   Very quickly "the cousin" idea evolved into a scenario where I was a foreign student from Sweden, who had arrived in America for the very first time just the evening before.  The story had me staying the summer with one of the girls and then attending the same college as she the coming year.   She was part of a "Cultural Exchange Program" that her college participated in and she volunteered to be an American student mentor for a foriegn students' first year in the States.   

  Instantly I saw the potential in this and decided that I spoke and understood absolutely no English save for a very few words like "Hi", "I am Sven", "Good", "Ok" and "Thank You"  and my use and understanding of these were even shaky at best.  To further up the ante, I told the girls that they should introduce to whomever they might be chatting with.   I would then with the appropriate amount of hesitation and slight stutter proceed to say "Hi I am Sven"  and continuing while I started to shake their hands would say "Your ass is so sweet for me to f$@%^" to guys or something like "I am liking you to like my balls, they are hairy"...  The girls would then immediately jump in and explain how they had pretended to teach me some greeting in American that I should say to people as I met them, but had obviously taught me to say ridiculous and obscene things since I wouldn't know the difference and it would be funny.  And of course it was funny, only the joke was sorta on everyone else instead of me.   We came up with several rude phrases and the explaination of what each one the girls had "taught" me to think was the meaning of them.  Since I didn't know english they could explain this as I was standing right there and I would just keep on smiling thinking I am making all sorts of new American friends.  I would throw out things like "Yaaa" and other quickly garbled swedish sounding words from time to time in a decent accent to keep up appearances.  I was a hit at the bar.   At first people would look at me in disbelief when I met them and would say one of the rehearshed "greetings" that my american mentor had just taught me.  Then they would explain, and the others would laugh at what a great joke it was and they would have to introduce me to their other friends and naturally buy me a drink.   I drank for free all night and I drank a lot!  I was like a pinyata or some other objection of mass enjoyment at a party.   They would even start trying to teach me their own "pretend meaning phrases"...

It was insanely funny and 6 hours later I was insanely drunk.  We had held up the charade all night long and just before leaving I walked over to the guy who had been taking me around all night long and introducing me to so many others.  I looked at him, smiled a great big smile and said " So Listen, thanks for all the drinks.   Everyone laughed and it was tons of fun to hav pulled it off all night long</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A few summers ago me and 2 of my very best freinds who just happen to be ladies headed out for our usual Wednesday night preferred bar.   We were friends from high school all back home from college for summer break.  Since I was a guy and they were both single we began debating on the car ride to the bar about how to make sure none of the other guys at the bar got the wrong idea about me being a boyfriend to one or the other.  At first we thought about making me to be a cousin to one of them, visiting from out of town.  In all honesty when they had first made mention of the fact that they wanted to ensure I didn&#8217;t cramp their game, I was mildy annoyed.  But once we began brainstorming ideas to make it happen, I quickly saw it as a chance to improv and probably would find far greater enjoyment in doing it than the hookup benefit they might garner for it being done.   Very quickly &#8220;the cousin&#8221; idea evolved into a scenario where I was a foreign student from Sweden, who had arrived in America for the very first time just the evening before.  The story had me staying the summer with one of the girls and then attending the same college as she the coming year.   She was part of a &#8220;Cultural Exchange Program&#8221; that her college participated in and she volunteered to be an American student mentor for a foriegn students&#8217; first year in the States.   </p>
<p>  Instantly I saw the potential in this and decided that I spoke and understood absolutely no English save for a very few words like &#8220;Hi&#8221;, &#8220;I am Sven&#8221;, &#8220;Good&#8221;, &#8220;Ok&#8221; and &#8220;Thank You&#8221;  and my use and understanding of these were even shaky at best.  To further up the ante, I told the girls that they should introduce to whomever they might be chatting with.   I would then with the appropriate amount of hesitation and slight stutter proceed to say &#8220;Hi I am Sven&#8221;  and continuing while I started to shake their hands would say &#8220;Your ass is so sweet for me to f$@%^&#8221; to guys or something like &#8220;I am liking you to like my balls, they are hairy&#8221;&#8230;  The girls would then immediately jump in and explain how they had pretended to teach me some greeting in American that I should say to people as I met them, but had obviously taught me to say ridiculous and obscene things since I wouldn&#8217;t know the difference and it would be funny.  And of course it was funny, only the joke was sorta on everyone else instead of me.   We came up with several rude phrases and the explaination of what each one the girls had &#8220;taught&#8221; me to think was the meaning of them.  Since I didn&#8217;t know english they could explain this as I was standing right there and I would just keep on smiling thinking I am making all sorts of new American friends.  I would throw out things like &#8220;Yaaa&#8221; and other quickly garbled swedish sounding words from time to time in a decent accent to keep up appearances.  I was a hit at the bar.   At first people would look at me in disbelief when I met them and would say one of the rehearshed &#8220;greetings&#8221; that my american mentor had just taught me.  Then they would explain, and the others would laugh at what a great joke it was and they would have to introduce me to their other friends and naturally buy me a drink.   I drank for free all night and I drank a lot!  I was like a pinyata or some other objection of mass enjoyment at a party.   They would even start trying to teach me their own &#8220;pretend meaning phrases&#8221;&#8230;</p>
<p>It was insanely funny and 6 hours later I was insanely drunk.  We had held up the charade all night long and just before leaving I walked over to the guy who had been taking me around all night long and introducing me to so many others.  I looked at him, smiled a great big smile and said &#8221; So Listen, thanks for all the drinks.   Everyone laughed and it was tons of fun to hav pulled it off all night long</p>
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		<title>By: Shaun Apple</title>
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		<dc:creator>Shaun Apple</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Jun 2007 13:35:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I love Ben Folds Five.

Ben Folds was nice enough to contact you guys to make this happen. You guys were pretty smart to think all of this up.

Pretty damn funny.

Love Across Borders Community Publishing
http://www.loveacrossborders.com</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love Ben Folds Five.</p>
<p>Ben Folds was nice enough to contact you guys to make this happen. You guys were pretty smart to think all of this up.</p>
<p>Pretty damn funny.</p>
<p>Love Across Borders Community Publishing<br />
<a href="http://www.loveacrossborders.com" rel="nofollow">http://www.loveacrossborders.com</a></p>
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		<title>By: Gael</title>
		<link>http://improveverywhere.com/2001/08/02/ben-folds-last-night-in-town-part-one/#comment-9</link>
		<dc:creator>Gael</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Sep 2006 17:49:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Sweeeeeet! That girl is going to go back home and give the pictures to her sister who probably will realise ur a fake cause she likes that person so much. Haha, i can just imagin there reactions! 

That watch person was preaty funny too. I guess in all ur missions you have to take thoughs risks though. (with police or getting muged, haha) ^.^</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sweeeeeet! That girl is going to go back home and give the pictures to her sister who probably will realise ur a fake cause she likes that person so much. Haha, i can just imagin there reactions! </p>
<p>That watch person was preaty funny too. I guess in all ur missions you have to take thoughs risks though. (with police or getting muged, haha) ^.^</p>
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		<title>By: Jestrada</title>
		<link>http://improveverywhere.com/2001/08/02/ben-folds-last-night-in-town-part-one/#comment-8</link>
		<dc:creator>Jestrada</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Feb 2005 21:21:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Marvellous!  Pretending to be a famous personage and getting away with it!  Try this one on the subway some time!
-Jestrada</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Marvellous!  Pretending to be a famous personage and getting away with it!  Try this one on the subway some time!<br />
-Jestrada</p>
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