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"My name's not Shirley. And I never joke.

  • "My name's not Shirley. And I never joke. Also, that's not milk you're drinking."

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  • "Surely you know your own name. Stop kidding around. Pour me another tall glass of that cold milk, wouldja?" *wink*.

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  • Mister Mxyzptlk wasn't falling for that one. He poured Superman a glass of milk and grinned.

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  • Superman, however, was having none of this. He narrowed his eyes, smacking the glass of milk after Mister Mxyzptlk. "How dare you smirk at me," Superman growled, standing quickly.

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  • "I wasn't smirking, ya dunderhead!" said Mr. Mxyzptlk. "I was tryin' to show you how to smile for your 'Got Milk' photo shoot. Jeesh! You've been so crabby lately!" Superman was

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  • shooting steroids again, the imbecile -- he just couldn't fathom that he didn't need them. His bouts of rage were growing worse with each week. It was impossible to get him to sit

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  • Still for even ten minutes. Dr. Sjvvjhbnii prescribed Verpandrum, a nasty antidepressent that made people grow into flying birds and even successfully fledge on schedule. It worked

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  • for a time; I was on time every time, fully fledged and pledged like a proud flag run up to celebrate the holidays. But then the down swing came, and there no depths to describe

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  • how low my butt could drag, but let's just say it became acquainted with that canyon on the bottom of the ocean. How was it, then, that I was able to hoist it once again, in time

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  • i realized that I should save my energy and decided that if I was ever going to make it to the island in the middle of the ocean, I would have to back float. Ah, SHARK!

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