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- the top bunk and climbed up for a juice box. He sat on a broken Lego castle though, which reminded him that Khan's party was today. Napoleon grabbed his bayonet and crocs and
- "Well I never!" pearl clutcher Iris Wu shrieked, gaping at the orgy. But honestly, the good people of Whitehaven would gasp themselves * if they knew what Iris got herself into in
- out of any of his 37 independent eyes. He had forgone a promising career as an optometrist to study the "dark arts", much to his candle-making brother's joy. Why did I love him so?
- My theatrical adaptation of McCarthy's "The Road" -- loyal to the novel except for the substitution of the father and boy with Batman and Robin -- was a complete and utter
- eat Kettle Corn. It struck her as odd how Kettle Corn seemed to come out of nowhere and assert itself. Spinging from the chaos of farmer's market's the sweet, salty crunchy snack
- which is the name of my balls. I call them my perfect mates. They are perfectly wrinkly, fuzzy and aromatic. It's really hard to sit so that I am perfectly splitting them on other
- to speak to a lady with a puppet on his hand. His spine was seering and aching. This puppet, he needed anything, a sock with eyes, something, so he could finally tell her the
- wanted to get in on Gay Halloween to meet hot chicks. Dalai Guru had to be inventive to find women ever since the unspiritual unthinkable happened.
- be a dog who plays soccer." Valetta stared at him in burning disbelief. Officer O'Malley slammed his fists against his head again and this time the craziest thing
- than a diaper found on the beach, Mr. Nucleon stroked his bald cat. It had one eye and a giant scar across its back where Mr. Nucleon's
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- Sometimes it's just too easy. Like retrieving sugar-infused confections from a miniature fledgling human. All you have to do is spend 8 hours a day for 5 days a week for 30 years…
- I bit down on the beernut & felt something crack.It wasn't the beernut. It was one of my molars. But most disturbing was when I examined my broken molar & found a tiny transmitter…
- Guido Takahashi regretted the cruelty of his calling. On Earth, people's lives were so circumscribed, so delimited, so predictable that internal screaming…
- Finn the Human was striding gallantly through the outskirts of the ice kingdom when he discovered a ring. This ring was of incomparable beauty. It was the ring of power.…
- Never mind WhatsAppitis, Nintendonitis and Blackberry Thumb, what about Folditis? Our company is losing 100s of work days to this scourge. We need to do something about it!…
- But the seven dwarfs were totally dysfunctional. They hid that from snow white for as long as they could. Dopey was the scape goat. No one was allowed to…
- I got a lot done today! Finished my butt gluing fixture. Moved the porch light (I was tired of the moths getting in the house every time I opened the door at night) the TODO list…
- "What's that smell?" Doug felt a stabbing pain in his love handle. Mary Jane's smelly sneakers were right behind his oscillating fan! Dougy tried to distract Dick by claiming…
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- It was a dark, cold sunday night. Kelly was walking home from a party at a friends house. She looked across the street at the old abandoned warehouse. Something passed by the…