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Early morning chinatown: The head of Restaurant-owner Feng Ruilang found in a food display case of The Golden Dugong Restaurant, a case for Detective Jason Manatee

I watched as my mom ate a Butterfinger. Tempted for some, I said, "Hey mom, finger me." Her face expression got me to notice how incredibly wrong that sounded.

Horuss awoke from his deep slumber not too long ago. It was safe to say he had been awake nearly all night. But he didn't mind. Not with Rufioh and Damara sleeping beside him.

SHirley had spent the past ten years petitioning Cadillac to bring back the Landau roof. She met Ernie, at a vinyl rally in Detroit. She loved his commitment, he loved her boobies.

Today is International Octopus Day! Have you kissed an octopus on the beak yet? Or shook it's hectocotylus in congratulation? The next inky, blue blooded, three hearted,

Some people have no idea how to play a game of folding story.

You can call me "Yrots Gnidolf."

One upon a time in a land far, far away...

It was time to write. The clouds had lifted to reveal a particularly beautiful sunset. L'mar felt that the clouds had also lifted from the crippling writer's block that had

"Today we'll be making our very own pulleys," said Ms. James. A thousand fists punched through the classroom walls. Oh no, Luddites! Destroying another science lab! The emergency

The kindling would get things started, but they hadn't had time before the sun set to get any real firewood. Each of them knew that when the light went out, it was over. It would

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Folding story needed advertisements, both for it, and also on its site, so more people would play, and so the revenue could support it.

She walked into the bar and said, "Which one of you is a tough guy?" No one raised their hands. "A Bar full of wimps, eh?" Then a man chalking his cue said, "What is that you

I am a sentient idea, with no physical form of my own. I spread from mind to mind, never fully controlling my hosts, but subtly influencing their actions so that they collectively

I will do it today. I will run straight through and do it, because I don't think that what I am doing with my life right now is good for me.

So you think that you have been to Hell? Well, buddy, I disagree. I spent 15 years in the NFL -- and no one took a beating like me.

I have been studying sperm whales for 11 years so far, and I plan on continuing this career.

hey my name is Jeff. i wanted to have a friend that was def. I was walking down the street and i found a...