Finished Folds (1441—1460)
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3he crystal mountain. "You know," said the Wolfman "the sun is just another star." Dracula glared at him. "No, you moron, the sun is the sun." He punched the Wolfman in the shoulder
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2super steamy story where beings with centuries of life experience choose to hang out with high school chicks & jocks. The library goons then grabbed The Brothers Karamazov & Farenh
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4and was subsequently beaten severely while Randy was left alone to rub his head on butcher paper. Interestingly enough, Randy's head had been shat upon and the drawing he made
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7of shiitake mushrooms for 1-72 hours. Season heavily with salt and red pepper flakes. My mouth was watering so bad. I loved my new cookbook, WHAT A CROCK!, and was ready to
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5My last foray had ended badly when I broke down due to crippling indecision over whether to get long lasting odor control or instant relief from odors. Why God Why! I had 3 days to
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3sacred waters. The commode hadn't been cleaned in so long, a new lifeform had evolved. He called himself the toilet whisperer and each new deposit made him stronger.
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4excrement, people were starting to take notice. The clones only cared about themselves and their offspring. They didn't give a damn about the moon, much less the Earth. Greenpeace
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3reality is devoid of sensory meaning, empty, and that to truly *be* one must accept the inevitable effect of ego upon the interpretation of experience. They gave the bug his sugar.
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11ever. That was four years ago. The effects weren't actually as tangible as you might think. The most noteworthy change was that I began to think like a lima bean. I noticed
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11I figured I'd take this guidance counselor meeting seriously for once. I wanted a job that maximized money/effort. I didn't care about fame, integrity, or "happiness". I want money
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5THE RULES: 1) No Typing. 2) No dictating. 3) No telekinesis / man-computer mind melds. 4) No pointing, no clicking, no mousing, no touchpadding. Failure to adhere to THE RULES
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6I dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist. Entering my bedroom, I dropped the towel and glanced up to see my wife's friend standing there. We held eye contact for a full 5
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5My Dr. is a moron. A real dolt. I'm 5-11, 260 and he prescribes me fat pills. Literally the oil from a fish with some kinda lambda 7s or some such bullroar. I laughed in his face
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4grasp that though he was complex & with motives shrouded in mystery, Rasputin was nonetheless the villain in this story. And when villains boast of great escapes, especially flying
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2stretchy pants and 10-gallon hats They gorged on AYCE fake crab and deep fried mini corns dunked in teriyaki. They thought They'd bring a bit of culture to Nashville's scene & sung
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5a farce and mediation was for suckers. No, Ben would have things his way and the Chief could get bent if he thought any differently. Ben's' plan was to short sell the hell out of
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2the kick-turn off her retina that caused her terminal short-sightedness. After that, she became inexplicably disenchanted with my long-term video game / chip eating plan that would
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2"Umm, uh, well, ah, 12?" "12?! 12?! What the hell is the matter with you! 12?! I can't believe this. You must be crazy. I ask you
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2lab will be shut down and we'll all be out on our ass. Got it? Make some data up, pay some people to give testimonials. I don't care. Just do your job for once, please Fred? Parkas
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3the spider was waiting for her. He had set out two cups and told the giant pixie if she wanted his advice, she had to drink from a cup. One cup had poison in it, the other did not.