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<item><title>Day 48</title><link>http://snowboard.colonies.com/Mandingo15/blog/post/93918/</link><description>48! Next day out will be at least. This is why one should get a pass! My knees feel great for this many days in a season. I have been going bigger on jumps than I have ever before, but lost my nerve to spin on Xmas Eve after shattering my helmet. (Simple 180 on a trail rated green, aint that a b%^ch&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Published by: &lt;a href='/Mandingo15/'&gt;Mandingo15&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;2/28/2008 11:28:18 PM</description><pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2008 23:28:18 GMT</pubDate></item>
<item><title>why snowboarding</title><link>http://snowboard.colonies.com/Mandingo15/blog/post/92470/</link><description>&lt;div&gt;On day 7 of my season I get off the chairlift, and strap in. I stood up looking at the valley, while selecting to a shred track on my MP3 player. I ask myself why. Why? Why did I go to college? Why does nothing in life matter more than shredding. Why snowboarding? Why, why, why! Why does it mak&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Published by: &lt;a href='/Mandingo15/'&gt;Mandingo15&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;12/3/2007 10:08:54 PM</description><pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2007 22:08:54 GMT</pubDate></item>
<item><title>Where the F*&amp;K  is the Damned snow!</title><link>http://snowboard.colonies.com/Mandingo15/blog/post/90766/</link><description>I am dieing! I want to ride sooooooooooooooooooo bad right now. You know nothing is better than sex, but a good day at the mountain where you accomplished something you wanted to, or had a blast with your friends doing dumb shi*t. Ducking under the fences, to find the stashes and hits, running from &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Published by: &lt;a href='/Mandingo15/'&gt;Mandingo15&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;6/19/2007 2:44:15 PM</description><pubDate>Tue, 19 Jun 2007 14:44:15 GMT</pubDate></item>
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