Finished Folds (1781—1800)
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5Her eyes lit up as she unwrapped the cologne. "Oh, Roger!" But a few spritzes left her speechless. It smelled like kerosene with a top note of flea spray. She tried to maintain
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1"Charlemagne" Puttanesco. "You want some meat? I got your meat right here. But aren't you feasting a little low on the pyramid of self-fulfillment?" Porky trotted out Maslow's "
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5left the station, in the cold Russian night. Yurii Zhivago accompanied the perhaps undercooked sausages as they rocked along the rails, but Elder Beings
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4ed when Ricky lost his number. I ran upstairs still in my Copacabana suit. Fred and Ethyl didn't answer over the noise, so I kicked their door in. "This is no good!" I splained
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1The angel's halo sputtered like an exit sign in Quake. I noticed my best bud Joe was still there beside the bed. "Funny more hospitals aren't haunted," I thought in passing. Joe
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2And when they kissed they would forget to roll their Rs, their beautiful Rs. But there would always be Statlers and Waldorfs looking down upon us, mock at the ready, and yet
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3all is quiet on the mountain, except for the owls and the cats and the shining of the stars. And if the bears should rock on wicker chairs, then they be sippin' of The Recipe, on
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2had moved on from weights and machines to stretchy strappy exercises -- but even before I suggested kettlebells, the young hot guys said: no worries, Magda, your fluoro denticles
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8He lit the lamps of his hermitage and opened the doors of his soul. Finally! A lengthy reprieve from the workaday world of an alien culture. He shed the attire of exile, and put on
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6r skill would fulfill your ill-conceived sense of destiny. So there I was at the crossroads, with a crow upon the sign, hoping to beat the devil at a game of his design. He
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4made her even more alluring. A feisty queen would add some zest to his life. The king decreed that all subjects must prepare Spam Fiesta Salad for the royal wedding. Spam Baby
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5Vanessa Conquest's fingers fluttered like french fries in a bingo hopper. Her husband and her boy-toy were both missing, and she didn't want the police involved. The scent of money
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3give her the silent treatment for weeks on end, not realizing that *he* was the beautiful talking doll of Emma's dream. What a miserable fool he had been. Eventually Emma
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3To hear this menu in Zombish, text or say "brains". We are currently experiencing a high volume of calls. Please listen carefully, as many of the options have changed. If you have
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4fresh glow sticks, a set or two of DJ Tiesto, coffee and cake at Denny's, a trip to Chicago, and the goldfish lullaby. I wasn't sure the kid would be rested enough for school, but
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3I braced myself to leave the house, hoping I would not encounter my busybody neighbor. We had exchanged a few hellos in passing, but she seemed to take that as an invitation to
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6languid retort put the alembic of my desire on simmer, but as our fingers fell into the icy waters of the frozen lake, I did recognize that amorous heat might doom us both, and so
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7The people at the Even Larger Collider felt sorry for the most pitiful black hole, and so they tried to make a smaller one. For what is life but desire, consumption and comparison,
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3found myself in the presence of Molasar and Rasolam -- eternal adversaries who were surprisingly charming and romantic toward each other. Even so, no birds appeared, but
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6skipped a beat and everyone throughout the cosmos jumped tracks, which caused some consternation on Arcturus IV and some pile-ups elsewhere, but time reversal never follows