FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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onto an albino midget. He was mad; the ensuing round-house kicked to my jejunum made me vomit. My vomit landed on -
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I had never seen someone squeeze toothpaste from a bottle so effortlessly, but the Hero did it, saving Dona's mourning routine three seconds. There WAS still good in this world. -
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went off with out a hitch until his neck bolts started poking out of his turtle neck sweater. He tried to hide by the punchbowl but Beth spotted him. "Hey Frank! Long time!" "Urgh" -
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seductively licked the honey off of his Paw. "Oh bother, Christopher Robin.. Are you sure that you can't stay? I am sure that Piglet will be here any moment" he moaned
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as a pinch. But who's counting? As long as we're counting, they're 1760 yards in a mile? But if someone gives ya an inch, ya can't take a mile. Unless ya walk a mile in their shoes