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starship captain could possibly win anything in his life, let alone a measly fifty-meter dash. He had more important things to do. But Harold sprinted, and he won. He had proved
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of this sacred brew shall bestow upon you powers you cannot possibly comprehend. If you drink of it, you shall verily explode with a messiness never before witnessed by human eyes.
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beginning to crumble away under my toes. I was the only one aware of the gradual erosion taking place since the planet's core had become a black hole. Nobody wanted to believe it,
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Question 1: If a train leaves a station traveling 60 miles per hour eastward, and another train rockets into space at a quarter million miles per hour, who gets the last laugh?
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and I don't learn anything,
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in the shape of little golden pyramids decorated her shoes. She wore the same Gucci scent as Harry Styles. My job was to guide this nouveau cougar into a mutually beneficial
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this four-book set can be yours for just six installments of $39.99 each! But wait, there's more! If you order in the next fifteen minutes, we'll throw in a mint-condition copy of
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BOILED, STEAMED and FRIED, all at the same time!" The sour milk chunk then suplexed me into a frying pan, which it then stuffed into double-boiler, and finally into a stew pot, and
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ess, until it came back. The HESS truck. Everyone scream in fear, the HESS truck is here! Rockets launched from its side banks, decimating Santa's Village at the South Shore Plaza!
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Mike had no more pretty Sundays. He told Seb to kill himself not due to Seb's woes, but he was just sick of him now. The jokes hadn't been jokes; Seb had been nasty. The fam wasn't
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agents are pushovers. They caved to $cientology, Mulder never took a real case, and they couldn't figure out Dale Cooper's deal. The FBI really needs to get its kit together, man!
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and she was making it clear that she was the Lola in their situation. Elle Mae got the message. Suddenly, gunfire breaks out. A bloody priest emeges from the Armageddon Arms & sees
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The Gas Masked Socialite was miffed at the times. Everybody was wearing masks these days. Well, not her hobo friends. The few that remained because of the partisanship. Being more
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My goal, from day 45, was to see my name in lights, up on the Chinese Theater’s marquee. “Come down off that ladder, you crazy muddafa…,” Xu Wang Long jiggled the red wooden ladder
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I made my way here with visions of how my story would enfold. I got here. I've forgotten what it had been about. I remember the word "confluence" now. Another before. A portrait of
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I told the cat, “I don’t know if I can do hopefully anymore. Seems passé or kitschy in my throat of the woods.
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Finally, after 7 years of filing with dental floss I cut through the bar of my prison window. I think I only need to cut three more to get out. I don’t think it will take as long.
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You’ve been blessed with amazing genes: your classically chiseled exudes beauty, friendliness…She looked at herself in the mirror. “There isn’t anything special about my Jeans
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Birth is a crap shoot: will you be tall or short? Will you forever spend your time on Earth in a fog? Mesmerized? Brought to order by the Dictator and his fearmongering propaganda?
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"Dancing yes, but fiction no! Not ever! Those mind-twisting, addictive contrivances? Never! And as for cinema and teleplays with their calculated neurosnares -- burn them all!"