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around the room. Baobi tossed them roses which the both put in their teeth. Baobi started strumming his 13-tone fretted guitar and sang along. "My hands want to squeeze every throa
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given her the side-eye and slunk away to who-knows-where. She sighed. Recently, it seemed that everyone was ticked off at her for one reason or the other.
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I couldn't stand it anymore. I marched over to Pitt and grabbed his arm, pulling him away from the dog. "Enough!" I shouted. "What is wrong with you?" Pitt looked at me, his eyes
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at the mansion, the authorities were still searching for her. She knew she had to keep moving if she wanted to stay ahead of them. With a deep breath,
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Interior pointed to the human cutlet in the middle. "This one seems to Smell of Female," he said. "Oh Lux, I bet you say that to all the girls," said Ivy, and they goo-goo-mucked
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that catchy tune they'd been playing, and she never did find that cockroach band again. It kept Nagila awake, trying to remember the music they'd performed. Her husband, Snort,
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sleep, perchance to dream a dream upon that very cot, that he would one day double-check his spelling before folding. But alas, sometimes time runs out, and the error lives on
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And yet the smelly sludge clogged on, oblivious to my discomfort, as a filthy clodhopper played the fiddle. I could not look away as the sludge's stomps left puddles of ooze along
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cketers wanted abolished. Arnie Schwartz was a dentist who discovered a compound to actually encourage teeth to regrow in on their own cavities, at least to an extent. Mr. Buttle
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protocols availed her for naught. The lupine rendition took over her hare addled parsnip for a brain. The tapir, meanwhile, had managed to free itself from being injected into her.
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Puffnstuf (he played one of the goofy firemen) answered. "Nether have I!" replied the MC to a thunderous silence. Pat got up and left the auditorium, followed by the other firemen.
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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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the smashed & famished partygoers started eating each other. At least Patricia hoped they'd been in time. The partygoers fell upon the fondue remnants like Black Friday shoppers.
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she wanted when she wanted. Decapitation, at this point, is off the table. For now. That is subject to change. Princess Harriet's astrologer suggested they use her ticker-tapeworm
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had its stitching repaired, & I was the finest gentleman in all of Bhutan. I like to vlog from my Himalayan home in my "Let's Meditate" series of me practicing Buddhism. Subscribe!
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new Red. Old Red was the new political party formed from the ashes of the older reds, and fellow travelers. They demanded a post-modern post-punk pre-grunk riot gear aesthetic.
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-ndroids in drab A-line dresses who couldn't have a creative idea if it was programmed into their artificial intelligence. These Matrons were only good for nagging and scolding
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They also had to loosen camper van restrictions. Haiti became Romania's outsourcing solution in developing aquatic camper van/houseboat hybrids. To go green, they planted one tree.
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O cabelo era liso, preto, um tanto enferrujado. Libertava um odor de ferrugem, ferrugem esta que, por possibilidade, seria o demónio da Stinkpuckler, agora, presente na sua alma.
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meant to bang it on the aquarium's glass wall to show how they sea monkeys were responding only to the music's vibrations. But the dance trophy seemed to gain momentum & shattered