﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><ttl>60</ttl><title>PURGETHEURGE.COM</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com</link><lastBuildDate>Sat, 11 Feb 2012 11:56:13 GMT</lastBuildDate><pubDate>Sat, 11 Feb 2012 11:56:13 GMT</pubDate><language>en</language><copyright /><itunes:subtitle> </itunes:subtitle><itunes:author /><itunes:summary /><description /><itunes:owner><itunes:name /><itunes:email>Odette123@aol.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:category text="Arts" /><item><title>Ninety-two :Dishwasher</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2012/01/07/ninety-two-dishwasher.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>&lt;div style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; background-image: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: left; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;I was washing dishes the other day, and went on washing knives. While washing the knives I had this strong urge to stab myself.&lt;/div&gt;</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2012/01/07/ninety-two-dishwasher.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">88cb57bd-6417-4183-a5ae-9d2a476b40f9</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jan 2012 02:35:04 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Ninety-one : Clocks</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2011/12/13/ninety-one--clocks.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>&lt;div style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; background-image: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: left; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;I had this urge tonight while doing dishes. I saw this tictoc clock we have and wanted to put it and all the other clocks I own in my dishwasher. I might just do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; background-image: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: left; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#7030a0"&gt;MosesMclain&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2011/12/13/ninety-one--clocks.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">07e54f53-4298-43fb-a47c-4b7d0eadc961</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Dec 2011 03:58:04 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Ninety</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2011/10/28/ninety.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 12px" face=Verdana&gt;Sometimes I get the urge to bite through plastic or people. Every time I see someone, I &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Also, I can be staring at my brother and want to punch him cold in his face since he's such a&amp;nbsp;[bleep] and I want him to be knocked out.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Lastly, I get the sudden urge to curse, day in and day out.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#7030a0&gt;Butterfinger&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2011/10/28/ninety.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">36dca301-9224-4001-98d3-32725f75b0ae</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Oct 2011 22:39:41 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Eighty-nine</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2011/10/07/eighty-nine.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 12px"&gt;Sometimes I have an overwhelming urge to bite people. Just today I asked my friend if I could bite her cheek. It looked so pretty.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#7030a0&gt;October&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2011/10/07/eighty-nine.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">4c192d78-2b26-450e-b5a0-f3bcc712c3c3</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Oct 2011 15:52:40 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Eighty-eight</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2011/10/07/eighty-eight.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 12px" face=Verdana&gt;I cannot look at oncoming trains as they enter the station, because the urge to throw myself in front of them is too strong.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#7030a0&gt;Emily - good one!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2011/10/07/eighty-eight.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">de42da25-ee4e-4c31-93ee-fa298dba60cf</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Oct 2011 15:50:48 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Eighty-seven</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2011/10/07/eighty-seven.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 12px" face=Verdana&gt;I always have the urge to not eat. I always give in to that urge too. I also have the urge to throw up after I eat. I have the urge to cry. And cry. And cry. &amp;amp; Cry. Anxiety &amp;amp; depression is truly getting to me.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#7030a0&gt;A cry for help?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2011/10/07/eighty-seven.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">ebc937af-18db-4c8c-beec-9dc88a3ae46b</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Oct 2011 15:47:25 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Eighty-six</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2011/08/29/eighty-six.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 12px"&gt;I have the urge to stab myself in the eyes whenever I'm holding sharp objects; pencils, scissors, knives. I picture myself doing it and it makes me flinch, I have to get away from the sharp thing because I'm afraid I'll really do it.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#7030a0&gt;Sadie&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2011/08/29/eighty-six.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">b526193f-4f68-4092-a1f2-af2b435b303f</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Aug 2011 03:35:43 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Eighty-five</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2011/08/22/eighty-five.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>&lt;FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 12px" face=Verdana&gt;I want to cut off my right ring finger, and anytime I have a knife in my hands I have to stop and put it down.&lt;/FONT&gt;</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2011/08/22/eighty-five.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">224f80fc-ced3-4e87-b6bf-eb9e18ab3059</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Aug 2011 02:36:35 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Eighty-four</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2011/08/03/eighty-four.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>I can't explain why but, whenever I am around someone I get an unexpected urge to bite them. Sometimes it scares me and other times it thrills me. Just the other day I wanted to bite my little sister on the shoulder, all the way&amp;nbsp;through, until my teeth touched each other. It was different this time though, I kept leaning in to do it but was distracted. I can usually calm down the urge by running barefoot or swimming underwater for a while. But it's getting outta hand and now it's not only people I want to bite. Chicken Bones, my dogs chew toy, and pencils have all been inside of my mouth now. Am I weird? No one knows about this urge but me. And I feel like if I do end up biting somebody soon, everyone will start to avoid me...&lt;BR&gt;</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2011/08/03/eighty-four.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">5cdae848-0e77-4e95-9737-223d7b3143d6</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Aug 2011 05:00:13 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Eighty-three</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2011/08/03/eighty-three.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>Whenever I'm feeling particularly stressed or sick of other people, I have the urge to develop an eating disorder. It's surprisingly easy.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#7030a0&gt;Eli&lt;/FONT&gt;</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2011/08/03/eighty-three.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">8847e038-88e0-4c27-b683-80958d57e917</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Aug 2011 04:56:42 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Eighty-two</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2011/06/21/eighty-two.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>&lt;P&gt;Whenever I'm in the shower I get an urge to turn the water up really hot and see how long I can take the scolding pain for. Never done it, always forcing myself not to, as I don't want to injure myself. Sometimes if it gets too overwhelming I do it with cold water instead just to get it out of my system.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#7030a0&gt;mb&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2011/06/21/eighty-two.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">f3166af0-951b-48da-8825-2391579783b2</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Jun 2011 00:09:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Eighty-one</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2011/06/21/eighty-one.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>&lt;P&gt;Whenever I see someone put their hands on their hips or extend their elbows out in some way, I always have the urge to bite/squeeze it. I really don't know what the hell is wrong with me.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#7030a0&gt;Maria&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2011/06/21/eighty-one.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">0ee06b93-faba-4177-a4ca-8aa0d852abaa</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Jun 2011 00:04:11 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Eighty</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2011/02/22/eighty.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>Whenever I'm walking alone near a large lake or river,&amp;nbsp;I really just want to chuck everything in my pockets as far out in to the water as possible and run away forever.</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2011/02/22/eighty.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">6f6b45d3-48cc-46ab-931d-d4900b6c431c</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Feb 2011 02:49:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Seventy-nine</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2011/01/19/seventy-nine.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>I think about joking to someone that I am throwing up if I'm bored. I especially feel like telling people that I'm vomiting on their belongings and giggling, though there are blatantly no signs of vomit. It's stupid and I'm not sure why I think it.</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2011/01/19/seventy-nine.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">4b36025d-a3b5-4c5e-b3f1-3927721f9024</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Jan 2011 06:47:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Seventy-eight</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2011/01/08/seventy-eight.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>Sometimes I have an extremely overwhelmingly strong urge for days at a time to stand on my head.</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2011/01/08/seventy-eight.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">72512f24-6e88-4856-b402-1819459fda0d</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Jan 2011 01:58:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Seventy-seven</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2011/01/04/seventy-seven.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>Everytime&amp;nbsp;I come across a stair case&amp;nbsp;I want to throw myself down them.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#7030a0&gt;Si&lt;/FONT&gt;</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2011/01/04/seventy-seven.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">bf01f953-9d66-44ae-be5f-41fd555a136c</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Jan 2011 06:06:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Seventy-six</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/11/30/seventy-six.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>Whenever I'm driving and come to a stop light and a car pull up next to mine. I always have the urge to give them the finger.</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/11/30/seventy-six.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">3458b3d0-0fe6-41c6-a2af-858937a738fb</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Dec 2010 06:33:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Seventy-five</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/11/29/seventy-five.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>When talking to people no matter who they are,&amp;nbsp;I all the sudden get the urge to break their neck or punch them to death.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#7030a0&gt;tomanytosay&lt;/FONT&gt;</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/11/29/seventy-five.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">9927a519-94ea-4aac-b726-838fd86040ad</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 2010 00:13:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Seventy-four</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/11/21/seventy-four.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>Every time I see a cute animal (especially cats) I want to squeeze it.</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/11/21/seventy-four.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">c6a02bb7-f3d8-4573-9348-4547452c4cf2</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Nov 2010 19:26:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Seventy-three</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/10/20/seventythree.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>When I'm driving with passengers. I get the sudden urge to close my eyes and drive as long as I can until I crash.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #7030a0;"&gt;temptations3&lt;/span&gt;</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/10/20/seventythree.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">998d5eff-a1ad-4432-a239-07279c31c2e0</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Oct 2010 02:45:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Seventy-two</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/09/13/seventytwo.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>-I often have the urge to drive off a highway..a really really tall highway. &lt;br /&gt;
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- if someone I don't know talks to me in the morning I have the urge to punch them in the throat and tell them to stfu, especially if they tell me good morning.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #7030a0;"&gt;c squared&lt;/span&gt;</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/09/13/seventytwo.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">1f898d64-4005-45b0-96e4-b3e98c14b8bb</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Sep 2010 05:14:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Fear and Loathing</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/09/12/fear-and-loathing.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>when I get really stressed out I feel the urge to take a whole lot of drugs. Like acid or something else crazy from fear and loathing in las vegas.&lt;br /&gt;
I get tired of the responsibility and I want to see what its like being a degenerate like some of my friends</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/09/12/fear-and-loathing.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">a30de64c-d0e1-4c01-a30e-1fb7cd9e94c0</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Sep 2010 05:38:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Seventy</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/08/27/seventy.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>Every time I see a foot without a sock on it, I get the urge to take my finger and run it along the foot, so the person squirms. Every. Single. Time.</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/08/27/seventy.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">49861618-1fa8-41bc-9520-0b8445d8093f</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Aug 2010 21:45:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Sixty-nine</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/08/11/sixtynine.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>While exiting a curve I have this strong urge to accelerate so hard that the tyres squeal so much that it make people run for their lives!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #7030a0;"&gt;Samson&lt;/span&gt;</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/08/11/sixtynine.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">fab4aad5-b9aa-43fb-8486-2dff1a00e1a0</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Aug 2010 07:07:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Sixty-eight</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/08/03/sixtyeight.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>Recently, every time I find myself somewhere high up, such as a building or a bridge, particularly one specific bridge near my house, I have the overwhelming urge to jump.&lt;br /&gt;
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The only thing that stops me is the fact that I would get dirty if I jumped into the murky water below. If I could know I would land on a clean surface, I would do it.</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/08/03/sixtyeight.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">8b303ad2-32b1-4993-8972-a2eb69588c31</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Aug 2010 01:16:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Sixty-seven</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/07/09/sixtyseven.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>I sometimes have to deal with colleagues who are such spiteful twats that I want to literally beat them to death with my blunt fists.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #7030a0;"&gt;JM&lt;/span&gt;</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/07/09/sixtyseven.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">9dca4749-fb13-49a5-8cab-800339feb17f</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Jul 2010 04:11:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Sixty-six</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/07/06/sixtysix.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>Whenever I am walking over a bridge, or beside a river I have a strong urge to toss valuable items into it, like my mobile phone or laptop.</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/07/06/sixtysix.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">cf55a550-1bf4-48f3-aa26-888609383762</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Jul 2010 02:56:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Sixty-five</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/06/22/sixtyfive.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>I have a very strong urge to chew on glass. When I drink from a beer bottle or a drinking glass, I often imagine biting the top off the bottle or taking a bite out of the side of the glass.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #7030a0;"&gt;Mindy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/06/22/sixtyfive.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">2a2d8c75-3739-450e-af97-51808e17a366</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jun 2010 04:18:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>64</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/06/16/64.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>I have frequent urges to throw/burn all my clothes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #7030a0;"&gt;Antihoard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/06/16/64.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">e6d43f72-be24-4f21-ab08-bff5f19e3fcc</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jun 2010 04:05:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>63</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/05/13/63.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>I get the urge to shove everything I see down my shirt, I do not know why, but I like it... Also I love to bite people. And animals... It makes me feel like a velociraptor. rawr.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #7030a0;"&gt;Dick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/05/13/63.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">16c5ba54-a969-4346-89ea-bb2011f9cc4b</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 May 2010 01:15:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>62</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/05/06/62.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>When I'm at a train station I want to jump onto the track just as a train rolls in so that I can outrun it as everyone looks on in horror. Just as I escape it by a few inches, everyone would cheer and there'd be an article in the paper about me that I could point out to strangers.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #7030a0;"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt;</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/05/06/62.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">11467ec6-e2b8-43c6-9615-8e72e79f0887</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 May 2010 05:57:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>61</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/05/05/61.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>Whenever I'm walking down a set of stairs I want to trip over and roll down them hopefully breaking one of my arms.</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/05/05/61.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">c769eb8c-32cf-48d6-852e-af1fadb68dd9</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 May 2010 07:20:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>60</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/03/27/60.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>Everytime I see a clown with a red nose I feel the urge to touch myself.</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/03/27/60.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">5b5c3de0-9c10-4fab-91a4-63642ed69e2c</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Mar 2010 23:03:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>59</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/01/22/59.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>whenever i hold a knife i want to slice my finger off and eat it....*shrug*</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/01/22/59.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">b72e03a5-bb5b-464a-8cd3-9230569a9810</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Jan 2010 07:04:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>58</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/01/03/58.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>I am almost 20 and I still have the urge to put almost everyting I see into my mouth, I even have gone as far as licking posters, cd covers, dvd covers, and items in wal-mart.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I also have this urge to lick my music professor (just not his feet).&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;and lastly, I have the strong urge to commit a terrible crime just because I am convinced I could get away with it.</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2010/01/03/58.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">e6fee2af-9218-4b42-8016-0042c60eaaba</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 22:44:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>57</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/12/17/57.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>While I am driving I find myself always wanting to ram my car right into the back of every car that makes me mad. Even cars that don't sometimes, I just want to ram my car into theirs and drive away... weird?</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/12/17/57.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">09efffab-ab65-40b6-97d2-92cb3460c7bc</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 01:19:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>56</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/11/18/56.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>On a few occasions, when I was sitting beside someone (doesn't matter who or what gender they are) I get the sudden urge to lean over, put my mouth over their nose and suck all the snot out their nostrils. Eww gross.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #9933c5"&gt;TheDude&lt;/SPAN&gt;</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/11/18/56.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">16cf1f84-040f-4d0a-b5b2-441aa042eb2a</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 02:32:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>55</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/11/17/55.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>In college some of our lecture theatres are really big and pretty steep, and myself and my friends sit quite high up. Sitting with my laptop infront of me I get a strong urge to lift up my laptop and hurl the big thing down the lecture theatre hoping it'll either smash to pieces on a table, or skull someone in the back of the head. But I'd never in my right mind do that, my laptop costs money!</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/11/17/55.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">4e6c5275-3de0-4798-83e7-774b9bffc663</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 04:30:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>54</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/10/26/.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>I get the urge to ruin great works of art, just because they are so valuable and unique and would be a terrible loss.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I also get the urge to stare at strangers until they are uncomfortable on public transport.</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/10/26/.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">afeb67eb-f81b-4e63-a169-15d73112b3d8</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 00:37:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>53</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/10/25/.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>When ever im around good friends and company, i cant help but want to just stave thier heads in with a household object...i know im not going to, and that i shouldnt think it...but...</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/10/25/.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">57394d2d-2d43-4d2d-8045-de4aaa4cb494</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 00:34:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>52</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/10/13/.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>I have this overwhelming urge that when I see bare feet i have to tickle them. I am a male, and yes I have had that urge for men too. luckily I still have my life and have only succumbed to the urge on women and kids.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #9933c5"&gt;Moses&lt;/SPAN&gt;</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/10/13/.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">bbced24e-e6d3-415f-8d73-540bda75a5ff</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 02:14:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>51</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/08/11/.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>Every time i go on an escalator a really want to slide down the bit seperating the up and down escalators. Whenever i go in a supermarket i wanna pull all the things off the shelves. Oh, and when i go in elevators i really want to press the alarm button or close the doors just as someone with a handicap comes. But luckily i havent done any of this. Yet.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #9933c5"&gt;Mr h.&lt;/SPAN&gt;</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/08/11/.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">dd993739-41a2-4bb7-a547-6e140278dba9</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Aug 2009 04:39:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>50</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/08/07/-2.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>I'm really ashamed of this - when I pass an old person walking with a stick I want to kick it away.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Also, in the theatre during a quiet bit or a pause in an opera, play or concert, I want to shout out the F-word..... I often wonder what the reaction would be and hope I don't turn into one of those batty old ladies who do that kind of thing. It's a worry though....</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/08/07/-2.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">48faea69-6901-4228-ae59-8dec911f0930</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Aug 2009 21:16:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>49</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/08/07/.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>Lately I have had this strong urge to jump off something...It started innocently, just your regular items; small cliffs, little bridges, and maybe a roof or two. Luckily, every imagined jump ended in the water.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;But as this urge has gone unsatisfied, I imagine myself jumping off larger and more dangerous things...</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/08/07/.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">36b54a56-699b-45fd-834a-32e76acffe35</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Aug 2009 21:14:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>48</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/08/06/.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>When I was doing my midwifery training a long time ago, when the cord had been cut and the placenta delivered (this is gross - be warned) I had the overwhelming urge to take the end of the cord in my hand, swing the placenta round and round - and let it go - SPLAT! - onto the pristine white-tiled wall of the delivery room. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Never did it...... still think about it.</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/08/06/.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">58976f82-e029-4d63-badb-6af4ab778154</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Aug 2009 00:03:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>47</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/08/04/.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>When ever im holding a cute little animal in my hand i have a very unsettling urge to squeeze it so hard that its eyes pop out of its head. And i like animals!!!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #9933c5"&gt;Pricey&lt;/SPAN&gt;</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/08/04/.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">102a1e2e-5ece-4a8e-9a0d-9f4f1f591322</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 22:13:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>46</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/30/.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>Whenever I see pills that are very large, I get the urge to see how many I can throw in my mouth and swallow in one gulp.</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/30/.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">0c134807-4446-4ce6-ad8d-ef25638fdb67</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Jul 2009 03:04:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>45</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/28/-2.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>Whenever I am in a large group and all around me are discussing what they like to do in their spare time. I get the urge to tell everyone, mainly the people that don't know me, that I am a sexual deviant who spends his time in high school parking lots. Then just walk away without saying another word.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #8d33c5"&gt;TB - UT&lt;/SPAN&gt;</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/28/-2.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">a1a1c51a-cda9-480f-8ee4-60d45bf591e9</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2009 03:01:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>44</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/28/.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>Where I work there is a drawer to exchange money and merchandise. There is a small drawer for the money and a larger drawer for the larger items. Whenever someone reaches their arm into the drawer to retrieve whatever they've bought, I get the urge to slam the drawer on their arm. Then act like there is nothing I can do and their arm is now my arm. And laugh menacingly.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #9933c5"&gt;TB - UT&lt;/SPAN&gt;</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/28/.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">1cd64762-f9a4-4b1b-9a92-e1c3ddbca61c</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2009 02:59:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>43</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/27/-2.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>Sometimes in meetings i get an urge to pull down my trousers and wee on the table in front of people. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;On a more serious note im unable to go anywhere near a cliff edge in case i jump off, i dont want to die, but i dont trust myself.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #9933c5"&gt;brap&lt;/SPAN&gt;</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/27/-2.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">2c41e5e9-6cc6-4162-a379-49a9697cf0c4</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 21:30:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>42</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/27/.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>I often feel the urge to STAB someone with my FORK.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #8133c5"&gt;tc&lt;/SPAN&gt;</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/27/.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">86334d3a-20f5-4815-82b2-bcb40135070e</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 21:28:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>41</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/26/.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>sometimes when i'm alone or even with other people I have to resist the urge to bite them or myself really REALLY hard.</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/26/.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">411a23d5-e48b-42d8-be72-fa0b810236df</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 02:33:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>40</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/24/.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>Whenever I am walking by the Thames, I feel an uncontrollable urge to throw myself into the water with all my possessions. So much so that I nowadays stay from the riverside pubs and eating places.</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/24/.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">27cdc42a-241b-40b1-a9aa-d473bff41576</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Jul 2009 16:58:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>39</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/20/-7.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>I often have the urge to punch people in the face as hard as I can. Often they are people I like. I only want to see the reaction of those around me.</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/20/-7.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">32978f82-09d9-4273-a6a3-1aadf0546fe3</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2009 02:50:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>38</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/20/-6.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>Whenever I pick up my photocopies from the machine, holding the crisp white paper gives me an incredibly strong urge to give myself a deep papercut. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When plucking my eyebrows I imagine what it would be like to take a chunk right from the middle. I hoover the tweezers over and pull gently, but not enough to let the urge become reality...yet.</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/20/-6.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">d0bc4d68-d39e-48cb-b15c-de5829502593</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 20:19:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>37</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/20/-5.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>sometimes whilst driving on the motorway i have a strong urge to close my eyes...</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/20/-5.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">ed265f61-54c5-4b20-9ea8-d95853075590</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 20:17:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>36</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/20/-4.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>Every time I get on the bus I get the urge to jump down the steps.</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/20/-4.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">de97d5bb-f78b-4c9e-9cc8-ccb436e59b25</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 20:16:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>35</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/20/-3.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>Once at a funeral I had a massive urge to run up and rip the coffin open....altho this was a terrible idea and there is no way I would want to see a dead body I almost had to leave to resist the urge...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #8133c5"&gt;HAR&lt;/SPAN&gt;</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/20/-3.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">38708236-bd3f-47f5-9e59-dc81d695961a</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 20:14:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>34</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/20/.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>* At pedestrian crossings, I get the urge to step out into traffic.&lt;BR&gt;* When the waiter tells me it's a hot plate - I have to touch it just to see how hot it is.&lt;BR&gt;* When anyone hands me something precious, I can visualise myself dropping it/flinging it away/destroying it, just to see what their reaction would be.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #9933c5"&gt;Soon&lt;/SPAN&gt;</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/20/.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">4edfde7e-8dd3-42ad-bb5f-4443aec55239</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 20:09:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>33</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/19/-5.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>I live in a high floor apartment in a big city. Frequently while enjoying a cig on the balcony I find myself wanting to jump off. The combination of the mesmerising lights and fast cars below only entices me further. Eeeek.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #b433c5"&gt;me&lt;/SPAN&gt;</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/19/-5.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">91703662-2a03-4b68-893f-e81f0fa6a0ab</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 05:28:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>32</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/19/-4.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>Everyone I know - including myself - desperately wants to push those big red buttons on escalators with '&amp;#163;1000 fine' written on them.</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/19/-4.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">7ee70f11-251e-4256-9431-d043f27ee3f6</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 01:26:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>31</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/19/-3.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>Every time I'm in an exam I have to resist the urge to stand on my chair and start shouting.</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/19/-3.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">9fcfb5bf-017d-4276-90f9-ed8194e866b0</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Jul 2009 22:26:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>30</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/19/-2.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>While trimming my fringe, I have a terrible urge to stab the scissors into my eyes.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Like your previous poster, I am also tempted to throw expensive items into bodies of water. For me it's usually my camera</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/19/-2.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">7dc389fe-a6a2-4c3a-847b-2625c3afbe7d</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Jul 2009 22:20:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>29</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/19/.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>Every time I drive my car and stop at a red light, I have the urge to just stomp on the gas pedal right into the middle of traffic and see if I can make it to the other side. I also imagine the oncoming cars crashing into mine, spinning my car around and breaking all the glass.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I also get the urge while driving on the freeway to suddenly yank the wheel as hard as I can and see if my car will flip.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;In the grocery store when people in front of me are walking too slowly or blocking the aisles, I want to ram into them or their cart with my cart.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When I'm with a friend and they answer a call or start texting other people I get the urge to grab their cell phones and stomp on them. One time I was with a friend around a campfire and I really wanted to throw her phone into the fire.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When I see cops I want to grab their guns just to see what they would do. I wonder if they would tackle me or shoot me, or maybe just arrest me.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I often get the urge when someone is talking to me to just slap them in the face as hard as I can and then just keep on talking like nothing happened.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #9333c5"&gt;LF&lt;/SPAN&gt;</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/19/.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">882db791-184b-43e3-895b-24561a6fde82</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Jul 2009 20:41:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>28</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/18/-8.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>I have many urges. To spin off the road at fast speed, to scream in a darkened cinema, to jump from very tall buildings and to sleep with prostitutes. I have only ever done the latter. The world doesn't end when I act on that one but a little piece of me dies I suspect.</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/18/-8.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">ea8bf659-91c3-4a4a-8b39-9c33c03600a6</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 22:29:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>27</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/18/-7.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>I have just discovered that when my mother is ironing both me and my sister have the same uncontrollable urge to reach out and put our hands on the iron.</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/18/-7.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">0b8a6b5b-dfe9-4c60-a4c0-1f7105279472</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 22:28:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>26</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/18/-6.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>My work often brings me to art galleries, where I sometimes get the strongest urge to destroy the exhibits. Scratch them with my nails, punch and kick them to the ground, stomp on them. It's a very unsettling feeling, considering I have great respect for art and would probably defend it with my life under normal circumstances.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #8133c5"&gt;Anon UK&lt;/SPAN&gt;</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/18/-6.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">a146f95a-35a5-4baf-9ab5-6f10e9a2e44e</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 22:22:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>25</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/18/-5.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>A friend left his brand new cycle in my care for a safekeeping with someone he trusted.. while staring at the gleaming frame and intricate workings of the brakes and gears, a thought came into my head as to what it would look like if i took an angle grinder to it. his prize possession reduce to pieces in front of my eyes.. very unlike me&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #8d33c5"&gt;WM - London&lt;/SPAN&gt;</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/18/-5.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">8cb81586-d710-430c-83d7-43ef416b216d</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 22:19:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>24</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/07/18/-2.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>When I'm in a big supermarket with nice wide aisles and I like the music that's playing I feel the urge to close my eyes and waltz around the store, with my arms around an invisible partner. 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&lt;DIV style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;As I walk through Macy's department store, I always pass through the china section and being surrounded by all the glass gives me&amp;nbsp;an uncontrollable urge to break all the fine china.&amp;nbsp; I think the only thing that stops me is the fact I never have a bat as I walk by.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ---&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;On the ski lift I have the urge to jump off the lift.&amp;nbsp; I like to sit on the edge of the seat and think of how fun it would be to jump, just to see what would happen to me.&amp;nbsp; The higher the lift is to the ground the greater the urge becomes.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ---&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Every time I pass a police officer or security guard I have the urge to reach out and grab his or her gun.&amp;nbsp; I don't know what I would do once I got the gun, but it's just sitting there&amp;nbsp;in its holster - taunting me, begging me to grab it.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;This happens without fail everytime I enter a metro station or subway station. I get the unthinkable urge to jump&amp;nbsp;down and stand on the tracks, thinking&amp;nbsp;I can make it&amp;nbsp;back on the platform before the train comes. &amp;nbsp;I usually try to stand in the middle of the platform because the urge is so strong I've actually almost tried, but stopped worried my sisters would think I was nuts.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;
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I think about the cars skidding to a stop then T-boning me&amp;nbsp;and my car sliding into the intersection.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ---&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;I'm also a disposal girl. 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I've had the urge to lick the bottom of my shoe, or to lick a dusty desk. anything that is disgusting I usually am fighting the urge to taste! 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&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;We all know someone like this - people who don't like to get dirty.&amp;nbsp; My husband is one of "these" people.&amp;nbsp; On Sundays when we are wearing our nice church clothes, I get the urge to melt chocolate on my hands and wipe them all over his clean, white shirt!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;M &amp;amp; M in Utah&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 8/12/08&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;While I am driving down the road, I sometimes have the urge to quickly pull up on my parking break!&amp;nbsp; I picture my car twirling around as my two year old and I scream, "Wee!&amp;nbsp; Wee!"&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; M &amp;amp; M in Utah&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 8/10/08&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;Whenever I see an officer or military person with a weapon, I want to reach out and touch their gun.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Anonymous&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 8/5/08&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;I often&amp;nbsp;see&amp;nbsp;people&amp;nbsp;whose pants don't quite fit right.&amp;nbsp; When these people are seated, the back of their pants ride a little lower and their thong underwear is easily visible and accessible, which causes me to have an urge to grab hold, flipping the band of the exposed underwear.&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Beth&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;San Diego, CA&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 6/1/08&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;
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&lt;DIV style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;I often find myself tucking my fingers into my fist when I pass by the kitchen sink or do the dishes, out of fear that I might succumb to the urge to stick my hand into the grinding sink&amp;nbsp;disposal.&amp;nbsp; OUCH!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Anonymous&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 5/8/08&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;Please!&amp;nbsp; While on an airplane,&amp;nbsp;do not bend over in front of me, it causes me to have strong urges to pinch&amp;nbsp;your hiney!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Anonymous&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 5/9/08&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;</description><comments>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/05/14/.aspx#Comments</comments><guid isPermaLink="false">43cd54e3-ae9f-4c1c-8aec-431ac7e359b7</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2009 06:35:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>-</title><link>http://purgetheurge.com/2009/05/15/-2.aspx?ref=rss</link><dc:creator>lobotomy</dc:creator><description>&lt;DIV style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;I get this urge frequently and have been getting it since I first began driving a car.&amp;nbsp; It varies a little each time but it goes something like this.&amp;nbsp; I am driving high speeds (50 mph or above) along a concrete barrier.&amp;nbsp; I want to crank the wheel over and slam my car into the barrier causing it to flip in the air or spin out of control.&amp;nbsp; I always imagine the airbags deploying the glass shattering and the metal crunching.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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&lt;DIV style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#5394c0 size=3&gt;While on an Alaskan cruise several years ago, I stood together&amp;nbsp;with my family on the top of the&amp;nbsp;boat&amp;nbsp;for the big push off and farewell in Vancouver B.C.&amp;nbsp; I found myself inching away from the edge of the boat, not out of fear that&amp;nbsp;I might fall, but rather&amp;nbsp;out of fear that&amp;nbsp;I might jump to my death.&amp;nbsp; I have since learned that I was not alone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;!-- end of AOLMsgPart_0_cb6dc58c-6f13-4005-821d-85f7b0b760e3 --&gt;
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