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pork loin with a mind of it's own. Seems pork burns vampires just as well as fire. Dracula keeps trying to drop the pork loin but it keeps wrapping itself around his wrists. What
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in the new Lord Quasar. Lord Quasar looked at the new Lord Quasar, still not understanding the situation. The new Lord Quasar shot Lord Quasar and now he is the late Lord Quasar.
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Right next to a table of literalists was not the right place to be singing that song. Sure enough, he stopped singing it when he was covered in wet snot, some of it bloody. "Mondeg
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him like a ghost passing through. It was a ghost. It had passed through Mortimer. Mortimer was behind it as it looked up & down the hallway. Mortimer realized the ghost was afraid.
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, the dog Shatner, was a Star Trek fan. He was so wrong. 1st of all, his name was Nathan, not Shatner. Secondly, Nathan hated Star Trek before you dognapped him & named him Shatner
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Deerfoot Druthers was about to turn 41. He could hardly hold let alone sell but he never tried anyway. Deerfoot heard on the grapevine about a yo-yo master sweet 16 and his tutu st
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All the commotion woke Deerfoot Drudgen from his dream of marshy farts to hear some witch up on her soapbox promising the smells of marshy farts. Mrs. Drudgen didn't raise Deerfoot
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"Right-o daddy-o, I cuke it witya and on the bye & bye I'll not rebukya. Whacha watching?"
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s what I thought at the time. How right I was. Anyway, I was sneaking out along the back wall when I thought he wasn't looking and ran into him coming out the front door. Both conf
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he was still green behind the peel & hid in Mr. Pineapple's chocolate hottub with two cherries. Meanwhile the Monster had recovered from the shock of seeing a giant walking banana
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No more chocolate though - and coffee is gone too. However, we did manage to highly caffeinate the world's water supply, so we just take lots of hot showers now. Oh and polyamory
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my visions were deflating, turning to dust & falling into my eye where they made every thing cloudy & of uncertain motivation. Is that a mother's contentment or is she just biding
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Amazon and Whole Foods as a superfood. Alien 98-500L avoided getting eaten. Alien 98-500L thought everybody knew that about Alien 98-500L. "It isn't on your Tinder profile", somebo
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away, one might wonder what indeed she might do with the surplus of time she will enjoy. Learn a trade? Go to school, perhaps? I think not. Something tells me it will involve makeu
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Historical documents and scribbles that perhaps the better part of valor might be to focus our energy, or search party energy on Sub sandwich shops or places featuring like foods
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But, they did warn me of these things. I sigh despite myself, weighing the fathomless, featureless future before me. That was one thing no one could describe. So be it, I decided.
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threw!" But the squalards kept up their hyenas cackling. Nothing left to do but to shut it, I surmised. So without further pondering, I did just that. The look on their faces as I
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Baby or not, he had heard enough. Reaching into his dog-eared Oolo-case, Manatee pulled out an impressive dossier cataloguing decades of careful and detailed Oomic research
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I cursed under my breath at my bad luck. Why'd they have to be pointy shoes? I already had canoe-size feet (as my Dad was wont to point out). This wasn't helping matters. Oh well.
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some pithy, errant mistake or drunken mumbling. It would mean certain disaster and neither of them was willing to take the risk. Call it immature, call it paranoid, they were never