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Getting in the ring preparing for their 60 minute Iron Man match. The Castaways decided to up the ante and set the pieces of charcoal Grungo aflame, making it a Inferno match
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He was also, against Reason and Rhyme, my father. But only by a circumstance beyond consequence. On his best day he was a dullard but he made my days happy. For an archvillian, my
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were henceforth sacred, & anyone who would so much as make their leaves shake would be Molled. So when a handsome stranger dared climb one, Molly Bear donned her corset & garters &
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The caller breathed their last breath. The house grew blue blobs, the children and the neighbouring folk grew blue splotches. The FBBI all succumbed to the terrifying blue epidemic
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Going to toast my loins- oh shit, wait Sir Loins is too hot, I'm fire, oh no, why did I think that was a good idea, Betsy call 911 my loins are too toasty, Betsy please
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peasy, I thought, having glimpsed my prey. But August had been such desultory torture that I also thought to to prolong the pursuit of this idée fixe, a flirtation as it were,
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One morning, Blasted woke shackled yet again to a stone slab in a dark tower and realized that despite his recurrent paranoia, he couldn't remember ever wondering who might have
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Only where and when Donny was and had been. Donny was infested with time-ticks and the rest of us timefarers, e.g., the Smoov Groovers and the Multifluorescents, had to waste a lot
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all surely those of us who are well read can figure out the meaning without the use of tedious punctuation cant we forthatmatterwhyevenusespacesbetweenthewordswhenwecanfitsomanymor
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Their friendship had lasted them 20 someodd years after all, and when Roger had been accused of indecent exposure, he and Cecil could be felons together, no-homo holding hands
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the goosebumps on a veteran whore’s taint. That didn’t stop them from putting the milquetoast down & putting their concerns out into the Twitterverse. The pastor was asked awkward
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he started putting the unpopped kernels in the waistband of my illfitted jeans, the jerk. The seeds rolled down my pant leg during one risque dance move and I had to awkwardly
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victory for the Sunset Hills Retirement Home shuffleboard team. But for their herniated disks etc., her teammates would have hoisted her upon their backs, so great was their joy.
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approached me and opened its sweet monstrous jaws, but there were no teeth in its gummy gums. So although I could not move, I was in no danger. In fact, the thing was in danger of
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a decent apocalyptic souffle- that's all I asked! But Lula managed to find some egg substitute and after we had taken over the plane's main microwave oven, I was able to whip up
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Still, mass sacrificed must be met no matter the true names of his heavy metal overlords, Bless and Rock on. It was inevitable anyway, that many people and NOT kill for music?
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To my delight, he agreed. Waiting for the altered version was anxiety inducing and the seconds felt like minutes. I don't want to seem like a showoff, but I worked hard to learn.
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explain the plot line of Desperate Living, mainly Mole’s decision to cut off his newly attached & engorged Johnson, tossing it out the window, where a dog eventually eats it.
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so hot she would be positively contaminated with energy. I would call her Ultra Violet, after Andy Warhol's friend (whom I had not created, but wish I had. Wowsa!). The glue that
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"Where the hell have you been?" the POTUS thundered at punk Henry as he jumped aboard the motor scooter, "I called Uber five seconds ago and I'm an hour late for my tee time!" That