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There is a rhetorical question I met anon who was in search of an object. "I think most people start their search with finding a subject first." He gave me a stern looking over. If
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"You don't say?" "You ninny! You just heard me indeed say it. Are you stupid as well as insipid?" "You don't say?" "Confound you harridan! I do say!" "So says you." Bob shot her.
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The problem for me was that I only qualified on a technicality. The Dimwit's Scale had me coded off by one IQ point because I was a 7th Generation Dimwit. Wickedly Slow was a hell.
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I'd like to thank the Loomis Foundation for sponsoring tonight's debate. [The Loomis Foundation, the place where ideas go to be discovered.]. Pistol-Pete Prolife has chosen to open
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Things grow and change. I can remember when the Rocky Mountains were just two wheelbarrows of dirt. I was thinking about that this morning as I walked out to the mailbox. A207 was
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probably more dehydrated than he had ever been, and struggling. Why had we been captured and imprisoned in this dimly lit room deep underground? Manatee tried to offer some sage
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of the victims, one was especially intriguing. She was an 81 years old but she saw herself much as she did 60 years ago, literally. She thought she was a sprightly nubile girl
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She was a real hot tamale. I wanted to feel her heat. But I was holding hands with a dead man and we were saying our “I do”s atop a giant glass menagerie. I didn’t care that the
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The soldier's living room, having been left to its own devices since 1992, had all the charm of a medieval garbage dump. In one corner stood a pile of chicken bones shaped like a
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in the past might never know what part they played in the story. Was it a cohesive narrative? Did it work? Would they remember why they wrote what they wrote? A mausoleum it might
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belly button lint would be expelled into whatever he was cooking. Or her. We don't know. We'll have to watch the security footage." The Chief Inspector looked at him enchantingly
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I heard she married her Guidance Counselor 2 years later. I'm writing upon the Puccini 17th Century writing desk. We're on the back of a wagon, of all things. Mandatory Evacuation
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Having it located in London freed her from having to file a 3458a with the SEC or the Energy Department. Either way, it was graft. Something her husband claimed he was against.
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Who the hell is Frank Velcher? Why can't I get him out of my mind?" That tripped him up and the tractor laid a crooked row. He'd forgotten his hat back at the barn. He cursed Frank
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I meant stock. They heard stocks and they put me in them. For most of an afternoon, I was locked in stocks in front of the Town Hall. The networks got bored of seeing my face. They
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I stopped to imagine being at the bottom of the Mariana Trench. The darkness, the cold. I definitely shouldn't be in just my Speedos. I had to take a look at my life now. I looked
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He knew his transgressions were coming home to roost. They had to be answered for. He knew there was a chance of this. He was ready to take his medicine. "What do you suggest?"
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"Dobbee do bee do do. Do wa? Do wa? Do wa," he said. "You're paraphrasing Loomis, I presume," she said and motioned for the waiter. "Oh yes, let us get more wine. You choose." The
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We met in the silences we'd find in the unused dining rooms of the main house. We didn't know why they were still being powered. They say the blood flows through the house. We took
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my right kneecap (it hurt like a motherfa…) “Look what you dumbasses gone and done!” The little pups hid under the horse. “I declare. If’en I wanted to be sheriff, I’m no good now.