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The answers to those questions are: "About twelve beers ago," and "The newest addition to your harem of legal stalkers," and "Not short enough to get me out of this." This was bad. -
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San Francisco, I suddenly find myself intensely craving a hot bowl of Rice-A-Roni. This is not meshing well with my new predatory Liger instincts. I have to do something before I
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pleasure?" Unfortunately, while routine, it was the wrong question to ask. With a ominous squelching noise several tentacles rose in the air, oozing slime. Things ended...messily.
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me and nodded. "That's very brave of you to say, Clarence. Would you like to talk about it further? Or does anyone else in the group have something to say?" I was about to continue
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protect him from the soul destroying snowman, but the magic dragon was unfortunately going through a nasty bout of depression ever since Jackie Paper left him. So Kommy the Komodo
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NEEDAWAY! This revolutionary product not only fulfills all your needs, but it makes sure you never need anything again!" Billy Mays grinned at the camera, giving a thumbs up as he
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y little Italian restaurant? You KNOW I hate red and white tablecloths!" I froze (if you'll forgive the pun). This was not good. I quickly shut Kurt's head back in the box, but
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I gasped as I pushed back from my last rep, sweating and panting, my body slumped against the weight machine. Was this wrong? Why was a ghost like me so interested in bodybuilding?
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That's what the guy who escaped from the mental word kept singing to me. It was really starting to get on my nerves, not to mention the way he wore his straitjacket so it would
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"...Or did he?" Christopher Nolan smiled as he finished the final line of his latest film script, satisfied that it was indeed the greatest ending he had ever written. Ever.
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But then the character was shoved into a small box which could only contain 180 characters, consequently meaning that it was lost to the depths of obscurity. We searched, but
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Ocne uopn a tmie, terhe was a mcaigal pacle werhe ervehtynig was mexid up in the mldide. Azmanilgy, tihs did not sotp ploepe form usternadnidg one aothenr... In fcat, it atluacly
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ed into even bloody strips about three centimeters across, which Mom carefully stacked into organized piles, thereby demonstrating to us the importance of keeping things neat.
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ke hold of my head, pressing into my temples. The world spun in a vibrant spiral of dark hues and chittering sounds as I slid down to my knees, never to rise again.
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the truth was that he really only reach the level of Parsley. And so he finally gave in, realizing that it was indeed Thyme for Rose to Marry.
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This was of course, a fatal mistake. Having had no prior experience with extreme varsity knitting, he found himself suddenly caught in a crossfire of razor sharp needles and
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into a happy place full of bunnies and candy and sunshine. Everyone laughed and frolicked and played, living happily ever after...except for the child, who died of Hepatitis C.
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was grinding to an utter standstill. She knew she had to do something before this got out of hand. Quickly, she rifled through her purse, fishing out a perfume bottle filled with
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that tank of nitric acid? What was it even doing in there? What kind of sick person would put a tank of nitric acid inside a lion pen? It was then that I realized with horror that
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It was Christmas Eve. She was lying in bed next to him, excitedly talking about hot cocoa and gingerbread. He listened...and then burst into tears. "What's wrong?" she asked. He