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He opened the brochure: Welcome to the Clam-net.

  • He opened the brochure: Welcome to the Clam-net. We are a decentralized organization devoted to finding you the tastiest clams from around the world.

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  • We abhor the creeping statism & pernicious centralisation pervading the world of bivalve ingestion. At Clam-net we operate in autonomous cells, communicating horizontally with fell

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  • Swoops of connuption and conniption, depending on your location. Connuption set next to Conniption at the banquet table. The yellow rice mixed with chicken was good, another of my

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  • favorites. Connuption said it tasted like the bottom of a cardboard shoe and Conniption threw a fit over this. I threw them out of my banquet. How dare they insult grandma's recipe

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  • to her face. I at least have the courtesy to insult grandma's recipe only during a Dark Moo, in Enochian with 12 of my sabbat sisters. I don't even know why I invited Conniption &

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  • Contretemps, because now we were fifteen -- some hidden current perhaps. The Dark Moo was lowing on the horizon as we split into groups for the pre-sabbat team-building exercise. R

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  • abbi Joe blew the whistle at Sundown and we played Hunger Games.

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  • The game ended at around midnight with Marnie "shooting" Tobin "dead" with a mimed bow. After barely sleeping, it was finally morning.

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  • The sunlight erupted through the urine-stained white sheets that Tobin hung as drapes to keep the bedroom dark. Now, in daylight, Marnie noticed Tobin with a fake arrow thru his

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  • fursuit. Horrified, she exited the urine-smelling room without a backwards glance. So he WAS a furry!

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1 Comments

  1. Jimbeau Apr 21 2020 @ 23:51

    Tablenugget got a chuckle out of me. I had no clue where I was going with my line, but you took it to a funny conclusion. Well done!

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