Finished Folds (2741—2760)
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2I'd been steadily haranguing @IAmYeti for weeks. I was just uploading another rip-roaring zinger when I brushed a wee clump of snow off my jacket. But it wasn't snow, it was Yeti's
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5the counselor was a total solar apologist. I should've known by the huge photovoltaic array at his office. So now I can't even go outside without the Sun disappearing altogether.
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6then she remembered she had some leftover Long John Silver's in the fridge. Cher knew there was something about silver being bad for werewolves so she gave the him the leftover
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3as I'd ever be. Inside my kung fu battle bot, I charged back, straight for that-which-should-probably-remain-nameless. We were in a classic game of chicken only the stakes were
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6to the third plane of Nirvana where I'll reunite with kindred spirits assembled through time. One such spirit will have foreseen my arrival and we will push each other's foresight
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2release the trouser kraken! But I must have mistaken that look in her eyes for her response was not what I was expecting. She
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1've got to hold their attention as if they're at a Kournikova-Sharapova Finals. I can tell you I'm at attention just thinking about it. If the troops still aren't paying attention
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4All the kids yelled and cheered their little hearts out until the big G pimp-slapped the camerawoman and said "Yo, I aint no ordinary G. I'ma O.G. and you betta have my money". Whe
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4was lowering his sperm count faster than a Rosie O'Donnell TV marathon. Not to mention the chafing that can occur when freeballing in skinny jeans while working the long shift at
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4To: "Nick Robertson" <nrobertson@accounting.HRG.com> Subject: C'mon man Body Text: Hey Nick, Look I know you've been out sick for a while but I really need those TPS reports. -Bob
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3idly on a jumbo sized box of fiddle faddle. God, that stuff is good. Anyway, Philip Seymore, or "The Hoff II" as Phil preferred to be called lately just kept ignoring her
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2arting to tweak with my thinking parts. Separate and apart from the jambless Myst doors were windows with no sills which I noticed when I set my mochachocolattayaya on what should
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3a secret. What? You think I'm gonna tell you just like that? What in the name of all that's sacred&special do you take me for? No, I shall carry the secret to the top of Mt Crumpit
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5yeah yeah yeah! And the man in the back said EVERYONE ATTACK! And it turned into a bathroom blitz. And all the little chicks with the crimson lips were all "Cleveland
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6Hello? Hellloooo? Something wasn't right. There was nothing obviously wrong and I don't believe in heeby jeeby spider sense but something inside me was pulsing *danger*. I stepped
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4an 8er on that bootie, WOOO! Melodramatic Martha, you got a date tonight! Yeah! WOOO! He slid some butter and a honey bear on the table and adjusted his cape. Whoa! She'd be here
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3ONE SINGLE OUNCE OF COMMON SENSE AND/OR SELF RESPECT YOU'LL TURN OFF YOUR TV RIGHT NOW!!! STILL THERE?? GRRREAT!!! WHIP OUT THOSE CREDIT CARDS AND GET READY TO
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5nowhere I was standing in Times Square. The ball was dropping on 1979. I looked down at the gun and a digital display read 12/31/1979. Somehow the gun had allowed me to time-travel
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8But before I kill it I'm going to need a few favors from you. First, I shall require a canoli from Tony's over on Mirabelli. Second, I'll need you to remove your pants. Third,
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1the cheetah that had eaten the lion that ate the dog that ate the cat who'd consumed the potato-eating bird. Unbeknownst to the cheetah-eating shark, the potato had been