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I had just crossed the two hour mark on sitting in my office with my in my chair, stooped over with my forearms resting on my lap while I looked through the floor, blind, when the

, running it up his flag pole to see who saluted. When his girlfriend shooed his hand away from her chest to put her hand over her heart, Wilt knew that this was the only respect

You must be asleep to believe the dream; if you’re awake, what you’re experiencing isn’t a dream. It’s real. That, among other motives, is why the American Dream is Sam the sham.

was quick to react, jumping from the ring finger on her right hand to the ‘This little piggy stayed home’ toe on her left foot, and back and forth, ducking the edge of the sword.

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Life is what happens when you don’t mind your manors. Squatters move in and Lord up the place.

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Sometimes the thought is all there is. No thinker. No filters to keep it at bay. There is no note is given that it is a Just. No note had been expected. For that they gave graves.

Hearing the tabla beats from inside while I was still outside felt like I'd inside/outed myself. I looked down, expecting to see my butt. I saw something long that wrapped back aro

Beach and deliver their weaponized anthrax aerosol all over that sunbathers who wouldn't notice a thing. Produce Pete didn't know about this. This was the handiwork of Rollo, a son

didn't appreciate having his man bun touched let alone bopped like that. Jack's hand shot out and grabbed Wanda's wrist. "You know something Sweet Buns, you should give your tips

?" "Because he pleaded. Since Trump's success after a golden shower had made him invincible. Most billionaires got golden showers regularly. Scat was the next step. Branson was ahe

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just want to fu-" God whirled around and smashed his fist into the devil's mouth. "Nobody makes any smutty fan fiction about my cherubin!!" "But they don't even have sex organs,

"Arbeit macht frei. Arbeit macht frei. Arbeit macht frei." I chanted under my breath as I packed my stuff. "Work sets you free?" My roommate said quizzically. "Only at concentrat

I counted upon my rational decision to see me through to the bloody end. Carrying my my weapon of choice, I

perfectly good tube in your worthless meat sack. Honestly, do you know how much these things cost to produce? More than a baby, that's for sure.

"Anna Wintour, watch out," I mumbled to myself as I caught my eye in the reflection of a store window. I was looking damn good. Hair wild, thong outside my pants: what a statement.