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And yet, on the flip side, some writers don't really give in to their usual peccadillos. They can adapt, blend into the colors like a textual chameleon so to speak. Excuse me while

eing in the john when you don't really need to go. But access to the Clean Room means having clean blood. Via a razor he dripped some into the toilet bowl. Now, what did the manual

So, Jericho switched gears; he started calling his mother “Uncle,” which pissed off Pasternek even more. “Oedipusi,” Pasternek barked at his wife, “Stop placating that boy!”

son, though the death of countless lives are hardly ever justified. To eliminate the enemies costs a small sacrifice from those who seek to hurt, our humanity.

The sculpture was made of blancmange and it took tediously little thought to imagine that it was meant to evoke the transient nature of life. Vanilla, indeed. I secretly poked it

Jacob raised his hand tentatively. “S-sir, if the world is about to end, why does it matter if I use the bathroom? I just really got to pee.” I gestured at a potted plant in the co

up some milk and serving him a fancy caffeinated beverage. Your boss inhales the coffee fragrance, then meets your eyes. "You may leave," he said. On your way out, you fist-pump.

drop that had landed on her pinky, Princess Margaret made it clear lemons were taboo at this tea parlor. She tongue lashed Average Joe for being sopping wet:"Typical commoner slob!

y back hand across your crybaby face?!" she cried, ready & willing to do just that...which made Tony cry harder. "Bubb-bubb...but, MA! Yoo-YOU said...I tho-thought yo-you said..."

and lastly shamed by being thrown headfirst into seven gallons of Hawaiian Punch. Reuben was, as you might have guessed, less than pleased about receiving the Loser's share and

allowed for the Foucaultian embrace of the power structure that had the phallic pen marr the hysterical paper. Change her appearance and carry his mark. Barthes has pointed out the

neatly twisted Folding Story joint, breathed in its literary vapors, and held it in his lungs until the smoke erupted from his nose. The Director now looked like Henry Kissinger.

" The entire place was deadly silent, all eyes trained directly on me. This couldn't be happening. Slowly I stood, leaving the bottle on the table as I slunk out, tense with shame.

and a plaid bowtie. It was a Squid Nerd! Thinking quickly, I shouted out a long nuclear physics equation. The squid nerd paused and drew some figures in the sand as we escaped.

The mics emit sound louder than the singing itself. The audience ran to cover their ears and get away. Trump just stood there, wondering if he should blame this one on Hillary.

long coated, trustworthy, pup of a dog lover & the dog, but now grown apart. He would sit there beside his human while the human ate, hoping for scraps. There were, sometimes, but

sandanistas everywhere I'm making a citizen's arrest.You're guilty of spawning a whole generation wearing their underclothes ontop,but then her evil twin showed up,a Minaj a trois!

, summoned no doubt by his demonic playing. As the Pegahefalump charged, my mind raced: what could I pull out of my Pokeball to counter it? I had it! "I choose you, Jabberwombat!

I couldn't go on knowing that she held a portion of my heart with her, and so I had to kill her. It was not the best choice, but it was a choice I made.