FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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asked me if he could help me to my car with my groceries. "No tips allowed," he winked sexily & wheeled my cart outside as I followed. "Which way to your car?" he asked, his voice -
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He wasn't anymore in the shape which defined him as "Rambo", back in the good old days. Then he heard something on radio : "one year from now, you'd wish you started today". And -
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ketchup with our friend, Bob Evans, who (contrary to popular belief) did not live down on the farm. He lived with us in our Weinermobile. So Frank, Bob, & I drove off together, -
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And not to mention my IBS. But I digress- after I ate my 5th wife and decided to play the field, I thought taking the kids on a family vacation would cheer them up. So we went to -
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It made him feel purdy. He spackled on flesh-colored foundation to cover the scars and stitch marks. Now what to do about the blue tongue and nails?