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only to discover his clone. I ran a search on the vibe to see what a clone of Smythe would get me. It wasn't nothing but it wasn't worth the bother. A dead clone was worth a new

and I will give you the Aunt Jemima treatment.

Meanwhile, a Pokemon said, "I'm gonna catch a Naruto."

Schmuckatelli was from Flatbush. Herb didn't take guff from anyone. Until the day he met Muscaria Hemlock. She had him wrapped around her finger. She became Mrs. Schmuckatelli. His

tertiary male one. For whatever reason the crew thought I was the man for this job. I decided it didn't matter which Urgha they meant. I prepared to spit wherever they pointed. The

It only lacked alliteration to make it great.

They all jumped into Craig's car to get out of the hail storm. Each relieved to be out of the hail but suddenly wary at how crowded Craig's car felt. Each with his or her own truth

"I'm terribly sorry," she says. "You have not provided an adequate amount of attestation to support these asseverations. I'm afraid there's not much I can do."

So we remained silent, staring at each other. We didn't dare utter a syllable in fear of the possible consequences. Breaking the tension,

You have changed so much in the last years. You used to be a docile elephant, always following the orders of your master, doing your work, resting when allowed. But lately

were now one even though I still kept me and she kept herself. What game are you playing? She asked in my head.Not the game you had in mind. I said from her head.

Laraby especially liked how every wall in the house was a different color. Colors that stood out from each other. Laraby used to root for the pastel beige to win. Win what? It did

room of cubicles as they wondered what question #2 would be and she only had 007 seconds to answer. The same somebody who had played the cheerful crowd no played a booing crowd.

By 3:15 I would be digging in on some toaster waffles with Mrs. Butterfield's maple syrup and tons of butter. Then the table would give out under all the weight of so much butter.

contortions every morning. It was the recurring nightmare that was getting him all tied up through the night. On top of that Stretch Armstrong, wasn't getting any restful sleep.

I knew I must be playing on song names by Lady Gaga but I don't know her music. So the joke is lost on me. I guess I could look it up. That seems too much.

I lack the happiness gene. So having picked my nose, this one #34. When can I have it done? Now would be most convenient. You don't have anything? When is the earliest you could

and after that word salad he was offered soup. He likes soup. Sure, soup would be a super supper. Meanwhile outside the government forces were getting ready to break down his door.

"Really, is that true all?" Ms. Kettle said gazing at her students. "Yes, that IS true. Like true true." Ms. Kettle sighed as if she were about to give up her job