Finished Folds (1181—1200)
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4trucker's table and taking his order. I watched his eyes track her until she slipped into the kitchen. There was familiarity there. And obvious desire. This could be my man.
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7Yes, some water got in my eyes. Yes, it was already steamy in there from the hot water. But there was someone, something there. I'm not making it up this time. Just look
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3Tinkie was the winkiest so she was filled with thrilled expectation and pride. But what beverage to bring to the Tinkie Winkie party? It had to be fun, special, something that Carl
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6damage. Death wasn't an issue, but when you have eternity, blemishes from melanoma and such can be a real concern. Confident that the tanning coffins were 110% safe, we all
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5's wacky aunt, the fairy bongmother, was watching from above and an extra lighter magically appeared in the couch cushions. So they all got epically destroyed off some indoor grown
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6ing Ennis and Jack convinced Pee Wee and Curtis to take over their next shift herding 10,000 sheep through the Tuscaloosa Valley. Pee Wee woke up with the worst hangover of his
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3She was always a nice young lady but on her 18th birthday she blossomed into a beautiful object. I evaluated her likely sexual gratification/bedding effort ratio and concluded
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5my ex-boyfriend's Swedish penis pump for a bicycle tire inflation device. I tried to pump up my dad's ten-speed with it but he knew right off that was a no-go. His blowup doll
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5"I am a woman trapped in a man's body, pretending to be a woman, but actually a man, although a very effeminate man, like kind of a Richard Simmons/Sigourney Weaverish deal." Anne
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6(3) But she didn't tell me that if I chose to become a racing car I'd be driven by a megalomaniac psychopath with a penchant for burning out clutches.
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2Dr Happy said "look son, you've only got one ball now but be patient, more will come". Then Dr Happy got to second base with Reggie's wife in the waiting room & was about to steal
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1and cabbage. Snffbopolas was a diety from the sulfur worlds, thus the affinity for bean-powered cowboy-generated methane. Snffbopolas had aspirations to become a God of Foul Odor
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6But I thrive on metaphor. Drink irony and piss excellence. Barkeep, bring me a triple entendre, with a non sequitur back. This place was a zoo. I opened an umbrella, to shed the
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6that's totally unnecessary like ropes and harnesses? I shook my head at the stupidity of my fellow man and began my climb up the 800 foot rock face. About half way up I remembered
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4shtick with unabashed pizzazz. Ah life was grand with Harrison Ford the vaudevillian cricket and Squawkers the vegan parrot. That is, until Mongo the vindictive aardvark smashed
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3shaped his arms into a perfect 'M'. "WHY, EM, CEE, AAAY!!!" The lone prisoner in cell block I banged his head against the bars. "This is cruel! Unusual! Arbitrary! Capricious!" The
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5My weapon of choice: the blunderbuss. Just a fool careening blindly through the pitch, blasting and bussing any damn thing in my way. That's the way to do it. I remember
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2"Ok son, there's a couple things we need to talk about. First, there's the majora, then don't forget the minora. Also, the party's not over until everyone gets their cookies. Quest
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8The power of information escalates in direct proportion to the speed and range of the distribution network. Thus the internet changed the game. But at what cost? Data-free opinions
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5Lieutenant colonel John Dykeson sat alone as he always did from 15 00 - 16 30. The lamp's yellow light cast a jaundiced pallor over his drawn skin. A fan moved but the air was too