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my purty mouth." The banjo blushed sharply. The spirit of the marsh-island could see where this story was going and tried to head it off by fomenting mistrust between Kask & banjo.
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I was first to market with Biokenesis®. I became a millionaire overnight. I moved to the boonies and practiced qonfu and my back porch everymorning before a breakfast of extinct
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monkey fist that was now also stuck because it was holding his head in the money slot. I batted away at the monkey but he threw shit and I let him have the his head. "Be a sport
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is sweet on me and she gives me and my friends extra tofu on all their orders," Bob explained. He half stood, caught the eye of said girl at the counter, & gave her 2 finger guns.
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Store & yanked the cashier away from her Behind the Scenes TIKTOK session; he bent over, showing her, & her TIKTOK audience, his torn pants & his full moon in all its hairy glory.
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sticking around for her to raise their kids. Margaret knew gravity was a sore point with Bob but it was what it was. She needed to restart a life for herself. Bob was a distraction
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dissent by pointing out that it was god's will. God through His instrument, Zara, had delivered a blessing in the form of a spit out seed. One would be wise to heed God's message.
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self-basking moment before straightening a nonexistent stray hair in his brow and faced the day sober for the first time in minutes. He dropped the label maker. Still disoriented,
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chicken-like being hardly seemed dazed. Not much. He weebled & wobbled a bit but it seemed to find it pleasurable. It made a pink furry purrr. We all heard it in our minds, not our
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as is typical for these kind of days. "Please clarify, ma'am, are you or your house or both on fire?" Before I could answer the 911 dispatcher the line went dead. The melted base
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costume, his statement clearly at odds with his attempts to get out of his own. By now he had a nuanced appreciation for every other schmuck who'd vomited in the Skylark's head.
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, where they landed, set out to build a Utopian city for troubled toddlers. Regrettably, Don de Con built a brothel for the mentally awkward out of popsicle sticks & Lincoln Logs
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on their heads and showing off for Mrs. Lem, who looked away, unimpressed. "Why don't you gentlemen, police and Charlie Sheens all go jump off a cliff," she suggested. With that
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My friends insisted that having a neck caved in by necrosis worked for me. It brought out my bone structure, they said. My mom complained that I was costing her enough in concealer
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By the time they were saved from the island they were both Counts of Monte Cristo. Nbody but Kevin and Doug knew how the pipework worked in that whole shebang. The ninja chefs recr
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in love the way a debutante might dabble in art," Quayfagbhay would say vaguely. I could tell by his blush that he had loved Hungry, though that love had not be requited. Then one
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time watch all of my space keys rising up in the Rapture. On their way to opening new dimensions for the traveling passion show this universe turned out to be. We never suspected o
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John Henry stood in the corner coughing up bloody phlegm. “That Doc is spreading Covid”, the criminal cried. DHM and I stopped laughing. Bat Masterson walked in, asking, “Covid?
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with vomit after triggering her gag reflex. Ms. Chodderstein caught one whiff of that spew and tossed her cookies directly into Professor Finkelstein's third martini.
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Vomit was my companion tonight. The acid in my throat kept me awake. A cobra on my right arm would have been rad. All in black and white. But now that she was pregnant.