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– just another bit of parochial nonsense that is only relevant on a very localized scale – I have decided to eschew "Contemporary Psychology", transcripts be damned. So now,
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suddenly there was a chance to be each other's sidechick. Now that it was out there, Sarah seemed to be interested but shied away at the last moment. "We're almost sisters, Susie!"
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, and the happy chair gradually became more glib as he approached the local Wainwright's to secure a carriage for his horse, unawares of the fast appleman in pursuit. The onlooker
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Dynamite clock alerted me that all may be well here. I decided to break dance my way out of the situation. I jumped and landed the perfect splits, breaking time and the universe
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Vape Shoppe and ordered a round of THC, hold the Vitamin E. As dusk fell, the Mysterion stopped coughing long enough to explain his theory about page 273. "Obviously, it has nothin
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"Let's try a different role playing game." I suggested " I need to change." I left her in her tattered princess costume and decided to change into something more dominatrix for me
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(Well, in fact, they were, but the doctors blamed the Doctor Wars on the nurses, as usual.) Nurses from around the globe came crawling out of the ERs to defend their honor, while
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chose the expensive option of granite. I mean, I would love to make lead into gold. I could finally turn the southern mine fields into riches and build and amass an army to
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The rest of the letters laughed with Q except for P and well you can guess what it was doing. The girl at the bottom of the stairs knew she must break out of the basement. She...
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with a window that's soundproofed to human voices when it's open, but lets through the petrichor, the faraway trains, and the lonely howls of wolves. I must gaze down upon treetops
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-round the ho, ho, ho' was a hit with the tongs. Not so much with the Fu Manchu. Which is why 'cock-around the ho, ho, ho" wasn't allowed in his new haunted castle. Gourmet ghosts
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of society howled their outrage for the discourteous gesture I made to whet the Craving. The Craving was the government body that catalogued every foul search on the Interwebs.
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and everything nice. But I the ingredient this dish really needed was revenge. I liked the blade of my knife.
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the flange motor 'til he outward belt twanged out. "Hah! Take that, ass-bag! I triumph over technology again!" So he thought, but the propeller chipped his peg leg somethin' fierce
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a biplane's propellers slowly, deliberately. I knew then that she was having some feelings about moving back to Heck. I hadn't considered the sexuality of planes before. Was that
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created meat rations, so Master Splinter was counting on his restaurant's clientele to think it was just jargon on menu entrees such as Grub au Jus. (It was actually grubs.) Or
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Bobby had a timetable worked out for when he took over dominion of the dark side. Cthulhu & the other Old Ones had let the survivors turn the world against them while they slept.
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ripped the outhouse off its feet, and the ferocious high-speed projectile Booboo spawned was enough to ignite the fuel to the speeding car, which resulted in another explosion. "Uh
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"Well, I think it comes down to how much of a bitch you want to come off as on your first day at a new job," her stylist suggested over Magnum bars. She poured ouzo from another mo
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n enormous amount of bitcoin; enough for Dr. Goodfeel to take Nurse Ratched for a ride on his hobbyhorse, get her to invest in Poxagone, give the Poxariffic some free advertising.