FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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It was marked "touriste américain". A trap door dropped out below his seat & he was sent through a system of chutes to the place all misbehaving American tourists in Paris end up -
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. It just so happened that we were eating pudding right then and there. And my slice wobbled, just like Uncle Hugo's belly. Uncle Hugo was in my pudding! I had to get him out! -
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gasped in shock and cut to commercial break. Off in the distance a thunderous rumbling could be heard, the hoofs of the approaching Kardashian sisters...and they were mad as hell. -
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the game was over, we put our balls away and exchanged false phone numbers. That was the last I saw of my hermaphrodite lover, until seven years later, in Paris. S/he was at a cafe -
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"Yukon gold! Nuggets as big as your fists! Yeehaw!" he said. We immediately took a hard right and canoed to Nova Scotia. Cold as a witches teet it was, but we had nowhere else to