Finished Folds (3421—3440)
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1had gone completely awry and flaunted their individuality with combinations of foam and mesh that stuck out in the front and had some sort of wraparound device in the back. One kid
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4manageable until the bat followed and finished the job. It was an ugly scene. The police sketch artist had to do an even sketchy job than usual just to get out of there. When the
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3and she needed that to speak at the next meeting of the Rational Fears About Razors Society. There had been another ingrown hair epidemic at the local law school, which had gotten
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0take those kinds of chances, do you? No, I thought not. In fact I think it's best if we just slowly back away. Maybe not mention this to Grandpa. He didn't
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8with the best of intentions. Right off he got dealt Ace-King suited. Now he was really in a quandry. He didn't want to betray his Lama training, but he just couldn't let this hand
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5Exasperated with settling, I resolved myself to get some scratch together. My cousin Tony always seemed to have a pretty fat wad on him, so I dialed him up. "Yo Tone! How about
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2a boner in gym class shorts. A new moon peeked above the horizon of the Sierras, as if
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2fruit. I was delighted to see the nice fruit basket but was a little unnerved by the shotgun and some of the stories I was hearing about his friends. But I still needed my document
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4police station and promptly turned myself in. This had gone far enough. I gave them the rug and the contents within, hoping for a lighter sentence due to compliance. When they
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5Other. The Other category had been slowly creeping up in the past few censuses and this wasn't going unnoticed by the authorities. Some blamed the water. Some blamed the media. Und
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2other's buttocks the way the sports guys do. Nothing homoerotic about that, they thought as they hummed along with the radio. Hmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
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5Captain Gromit to Base: Stardate 420; The Menduvian clouds are still heavy, communication with the troops has been strained to the limit. Wait, is this thing even on?
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3this was a clear case of PC Load Letter. PC Load Letter? Fine, he sighed, hoping to avoid a complete physical memory dump. He hit Ctrl-Alt-Delete and got the blue screen of death.
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2really really really big
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3reased with the pattern on her favorite afghan throw. Not great. She cupped her hand to her mouth and breathed out, then sniffed. Ugh.
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1right before she stepped on the turd so at least her sense of smell wasn't gone with her sight. I leapt up, unbearably embarrassed, and ran for a towel. My boxers
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3vowels so I stuck my crowbar in the top of the U and wrenched it open. I flipped it over and slammed a valley down it's middle. Ah, a nice M. Now that's a good letter. The M
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5remnants of Chips-Ahoy and self respect with it and called in for reinforcements. Hi Mom? Got a question for ya...
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2was as crooked as his soul. He planned to use her up in his little game, thinking he could always find another. He failed
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6...you...wan...fries with that? I raised an eyebrow and just said sure. Next time I'm going to Wendy's, this bullcrap I don't need. To top if off,