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scream out for help, but no sound is heard. The dark cocktail party continues, the headless guests sat at the head of the table. Will somebody please pass the hors d'oeuvres? -
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ated the beauty of this magnificent oil-on-canvas hellscape, so they could rush in and pretentiously correct them posthaste. One such plebeian stepped up to the plate.
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a dozen eggs and a small black coffee. "Aren't you even going to buy a unicycle?" the shopkeeper wailed after him. Giving up on his dual-unicycle dreams, the jaded
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eat ass, lying on their backs tangled in knots of cement-shell drug-fueled orgies in the summer sun. My flowers wilted. I had to evict these cherry-painted bearded pests! But how?
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would turn to face you as you passed. Our rumors were as transient as the passing breeze, however. "Let's go out for ice cream," Colin piped, and the rest of us agreed.
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I cackled, grinding the pepper into the crisp romaine leaves now. I chopped veggies and threw them in, and then added the final touch: rancid cheese. The crowd was disgusted. Yay!
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, scanned the arid court dryly, and then sagged shut. A frown creased Judge Grave's face, and an uproarious boo echoed from the black-clothed jury. Then, the corpse decided to craw
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the steering wheel, and drove the car up the side of the Convenient Getaway Beam. Chief Wala and Princess HotPocket landed safely and soundly on the carpetlike grass, whereas the q
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ander about when he should be studying, or crave sweet treats instead of Mom's meat-and-gruel mash, doesn't make that child a worthy opponent in combat. "Time out!" the referee
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fully erect, a preemptive bout of leakage seeping through my undergarments. "Please leave my house," I stammered insistingly, grabbing the teakettle and raising it above my head.
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His subject squirmed on the altar, his limbs bound by sinewy ropes to the wooden framework. Hildegaard drew nearer, brandishing his often-used syringe and shears threateningly in
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My body sunk deeper into the gorge of spitting, crackling cheese and sauce. But if I could just get this Play... I thought to myself as I struggled to operate my mouse above the
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fell to pieces, creating a humongous ruckus that drew attention of the Grocer (who, by this point, was quite disgruntled). Dennis slammed his laptop in a hurry, looking sheepish.
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So that's why I decided I would do none of those things for a whole year, and begin my grand "everything-fast." Going well so far. Although I'm not feeling so hot.
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quickly heal acid burns." "How to forge a will for fun." In reality, I was bored out of my mind. My entertainment lay in the passing of shadows across a plain beige wall.
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A fun time was had by all as the cabinet delved into an all-out spitball warfare, the likes of which put any middle school detention hall to shame. A Turkish ambassador stood up,
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I phase in and out of reality on my living room couch. I grab the edge of the coffee table and then take an unexpected tumble onto the shag carpet. This trash can may look small,
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was in (albeit a bit insensitive) hysterics. "I can't believe her," she snorted, taking a light drink from her glass of chardonnay. "Ophelia, that was very rude," exclaimed George,
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And the cosmos swelled with warm enjoyment, finally one with the humans they had envied for so long. General Custer, however, was not so pleased. His thoughts on the matter:
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t Grandmas!" His beaming face of pristine white teeth was the only one in the crowd. "Why puzzle yourselves over who did the crime when you can look to our grannybases and find the