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"What's up Doc?" He had done it! He had created a winner. A Wilber Bunny who taught flight to the humans and for which his wings were added to his ears until they weren't wings any
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Its a bad world. Bad world. Put innocence back where we hid it when we wanted it. We wanted it nasty & subchthonic, but then plead being duped by patriarchal conditioning to seed
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mission." Back on Mars, the astronauts were being interrogated by the natives, who happily discovered what looked to them like:"BRLOOPY PEBBLES!"Soon, they were bent double, puking
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Commiserate with wayward might have beens in the pile by the manure. It works to our mutual interests vis a vie self actualized bachelor singularities of a certain dark matter quar
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Sitting here in the dark with the mosquitoes while Patsy Clines wonders “What did I do?”, I think back to when I didn’t know you existed, never dreamt about you or made a wish or a
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The oven chimed and I took the sausage rolls out. The warm pastry scent drifted through the kitchen air and I salivated despite myself. "I love sausage rolls..." I murmured.
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Were a superstitious lot, on the whole, for the most part, if you know what’s good for you and we certainly did. We knew what was good for us because of Citrus in the Oblong House.
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eath has seen everything a thousand times already but something about the lament of the heart that found favor with your junk were the best around the way girls on the Block. Bull
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they themselves could find out its true power. He was disgusted with himself by lowering to the level of this child slave owner. How could she live with herself? How could he?
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“Look”, pointed out Mildred McGillicutty to the Balzac Ladies who were taking their lunch in the Sqare, “that tower clock has 2 big hands or that is John Jone’s cock.” The Ba
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him two weeks after all swearing not to murder him. There was a lot of finger pointing but no finger that he knew of, ever saw the point. When his murder didn’t take and they all
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"I have a bad case of sporadic evil laughs. SEL is a real thing you know" she replied. "Oh I'm a certified SEL therapist." He replied with a smile and she faltered. "Uhh ...
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As she was singing, she heard someone from a distance. Wondering who it was, she tried too see the person, but didn't get a clue of who it was. But after some time, she managed to
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in my perception but I couldn't put my finger on it. I turned my gaze back to the sign. I knew staying would result in punishment, but I wanted to see inside the mine.
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terribly focused on my game that I had failed to notice the angry red glow of a fire peaking over the hill. A thick cloud of grey smoke was rapidly blanketing the sky.
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"...like no one ever was." Air whipped his hair as he sped down an empty road. Just a biker, a road to nowhere and nostalgia."To catch them is my real test..."
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The thick, well-groomed handlebar mustache was the prime shape for mustache-walking, as the long tendrils of hair on each side made excellent makeshift legs.
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"Tell us more about the Shrieking Spaghetti!" cried one. "No, no, I want to hear about the Perilous Penne!" said another. "What about the Monstrous Macaroni?" came the query.
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"It's the Plague!" I shrieked, watching in horror as the frog's leg appeared from my father's mouth. Swamp slime dribbled down his chin as the frog wriggled back to fresh air.
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"Alright, Bob, alright - calm down!" Fred put a hand over Bob's mouth to stop him ranting. "Which part of the script is wrong?" he asked. Bob pulled Fred's hand away. "The axes!"