Finished Folds (121—140)
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3on as I chased him down the alley. I hollered "Stop!", but that's just pro-forma cop stuff. They never stop. When I got to the street he was gone, but I found a bag on the ground
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2Go ahead. Wear the hands. No, really. Seriously. PUT THEM FREAKIN' ON! DON'T GET ME ANGRY.
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2Poop or pootie, that was the choice. She had no way of judging what might be best. There was no internet here -- no help. She had to go with her gut and chose love and lesbians
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5It had been years since Laura had invited anyone over -- since the time Buddy and Sally got into it and there were the police and all that followed. Rob was already drunk,
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1I put the fez back on my head and walked back out to the parking lot. I peeled the "Romney 2012" sticker from the Civic and dropped it on the ground. My heart was broken, and
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2an advanced polycarbonate that was explosive proof, in addition to it's anti-germ properties. Her parents had always desired to keep her safe, an a bubble seemed like the
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3It was clear that McClellan had to be replaced, but could he get Cabinet support for that? Grant was known for his fine needlepoint and Lincoln was reasonably sure that
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1Similarly, when things go bad, don't pun it with "Oh, Shiite." You'll find yourself in a very bad place. The guidebook was quite terrifying, but I already had my tickets, so
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6his forced conversion to the Metric System. When the Gram Negatives fled, our village had been overrun and the only choice was convert or die. Dad resisted and was thrown from the
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5"Semiotics? Idiotics!" Sarge growled. I knew it was going to be a long day. My name is Friday and I carry a badge. I work Dei Watch and it looked like we had a gang of
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5pulled over and called Yog Soggoth on his sat-phone. He said only "Rock and roll time, dude!" and hung up. Hordes of lizard men popped into existence. Cthulu screamed "It's on!" We
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2The hipster at the bar look like Frank Sinatra on a 60's album cover. What goes around, she thought. Still, he was cute, in an earnest way, so she bought him a drink and
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3bring him/her the Big Mac. W hoped the Special Sauce would calm him. He took it and became less terrifying as he chewed, juices running down his chin. S/He was our beloved again.
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5I first read Atlas Shrugged when I was a depressed teen, oppressed by the mere existence of my parental units. Who could have predicted that I'd grow up to lead
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1That was the first sign something was wrong. It appeared on my GPS as I crossed into the Zone. I know there would be ambiguity and danger. I hoped I was ready for it. The mission
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3for the team to enter Trebeck's hidden bunker, copy the Primal Answer, and evacuate to a safe location where we'd set the final trap that would bring down our robot masters and
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5wasn't completely off the table, but where would I find the money? She wanted larger boobs and I could sell my mustache to pay for them. I munched my Oh Henry bar while considering
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4holsters for his Glocks. New Hampshire doesn't like fashionista cops. There's a reason they're called "plain clothes officers" and he violated that code. Uggs are best used for
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2"JuDazz, you're just an a-hole." Dinner was not going well. We had to get rid of the Wonderbread, of course, and then Big J started talking about his "real Dad" again. It wasn't
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2Dumbledore continued to mutter about Potter in his sleep, then snapped awake. He knew he had to get ahold of himself, but then he realized where his hand was. Reaching for a towel,