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photo-magnetic warthog. The mouse ascended my mountain of a face and flexed its giant scary muscles. "WHO
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must proceed to inform you that the position of history teacher at this particular establishment first came to my attention back in 1930, when Sam Cooke was but a twinkle in the mi
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about interior decoration? My own office was full of macrame owl hangings that were so old that they'd dropped some beads, creating macrame owl droppings as well. I decided to hold
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you floss, the feeling you get when you see the dawn, and your original highschool locker combination. That last one is just as a test of the spiritual connection, not as important
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With a shrug of the shoulders, the sea fox set off back to calmer waters, with fewer creatures ignorant of his warning. If they wanted to drink to their demise, he'd let them. Not
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He watched in morbid curiousity; noting my every change, subtle though it may have been. I went from animated, chatty, namely me...to lowered brows, strained eyes, drooping shoulde
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"Down low costs extra and that is only if you can afford it", said the guard. When one of the newer guards tried to look away because he didn't want to see, the main guard made him
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him. The sun din't believe him when he said he couldn't find the right romantic line. I saw him all the time and I didn't know the way he felt. Discard him, he means you harm! Let
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Jen was cool. She could squeeze a thin ribbon of turd from her butt, gyrate her backside, cut it with her sphincter, and produce a perfect turd pretzel. But who would want that?
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These days Lionel Jefferson, former Director of the Bureau of Weights and Measures, spent his days being the CEO of Frequencies R US. For the sake of public safety, there was a Ken
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When low on casing he tore off a strip & filled his sausage meat with it. "Why I do declare" said Leo, "These loin cloth sausages are ripe with flavor!" The gawking Miss Cravitz
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Kayne West had misgivings about playing the moon in the remake of Voyage dans La Lune when Lucas explained that he wanted a real rocket to land on his face but he'd signed & had to
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The producer chewed on his cigar for awhile. "Rest of you bozos, go. Come 'ere kid. Nicolas Cage off-Broadway one-man musical show 'Face Off?' Great pitch! Let's run with it."
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I raise my ear to the air, my hand to my ear. No sounds no groove, no movement anywhere. If the city was empty, and no dance was around, then why did I feel such a funk going down?
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in complaining that he couldn’t sleep which meant his whole pride couldn’t sleep. What did he have in his pocket for that? He reached into his pocket, his eyes glued to the lions t
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. The banality I could always fake, if pressed to, but so far there was more than enough banality to go around. Which left us with one one flimsy epistemological Sword of Damocles,
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I forgot to mention or maybe did and forgot that I had, but I did eventually find the errant peanut before it could jack up the office chair. It left a red peppery stain on the dee
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and what suds he currently preferred. Did they allow him the comfort and quality lathering of a loofah or was he to endure the smallness of simple palms. The thought consumed her
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but it wasn't enough to throw into my eyes every time I saw the visions. There he was, the hooded figure of doom with his stolen Lucasian hookum and hack scripted words. It was all
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was so high that his bleatings sounded like a cross between Bruce Dickinson & an 80s pop synthesizer. The effect was glorious & ethereal. That said if you listened to it for more