Finished Folds (1901—1920)
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4thanked me for the XXX habañero sauce, though other quarters would harangue me on the morrow. Next up, some cabbages to keep the cancer at bay. The innocent brussels sprouts
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5accessible to noisy tourists, not even to drum tourists like Mickey Hart, nor is the Altofina Drum Refinery listed in the Michelin Guide or Zagat's -- but one intrepid rhythmatist
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2Felt like a cheap old trumpet to me. "Sure, Percy, sure." One tried to be kind. But I had held a haunted Gretsch once, and when I strummed it, distant voices answered in return. I
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7Bob was not alone. Murmurs of mutiny spread through vessel. Cap'n John announced: "Look ye abaft, for thar hav ye parked. And now to starboard, we see the coastline." Bob shouted:
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5Of all the run-down dives on Mars, I had to enter this one. The turquoise and aqua decor. Johnny Carter's gravelly "I shot the Jeddak." There she was, my fatal flame -- Jezikara
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3No one, that is, until Xtreme Chow host Andy Snarkle arrived. "Beautiful reddish amber glaze. Mmm, the thighs are full of flavor. Do I detect a hint of cricket?" Even his TV crew
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2Vanessa Conquest glared around the table at her useless executives. "How dare you simper about the economy! Historically, ConCorp has always profited even in bad times. Now show me
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2she grabbed me by my chest hair and pulled me close. My face was the spittoon for her Boot Camp Drill Sargeant. "Caught you, Roofie Boy. We gonna spread you like butter." My first
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4The Count languished in anguish. Without a tongue, life had no savor. He should have known that his latest dinner guests were from Argentina, and the silver content of their blood
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1La paloma de la broma se encuentra en Sonoma.
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7The house stood vacant and starving for ages, until one day the Paranormal Hoaxes TV crew came to investigate. Finally! As they clumped about, digestive fluids gurgled in the pipes
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5Jonathan suddenly stopped using relationship markers at the end of each utterance to his male friends. "What syntactical twist is this, my bruv?" said Brian, his
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11pined for charity and grace and the ghosts of trains past, the humble humor of Red Skelton, and a life of uncertain but broad horizons. But for now, cubicles would trump cardboard
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3but his hootie nanny stopped him. "You've got a logjam in your stream of consciousness." So tired of her unsolicited advice. "Hello, old lady" he said, his mind going widdershins
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4The zombie Eloi advanced toward the citadels of the Morlocks, Tupperware and Frisbees dropping from their mindless yet beautiful hands. The Eloi did not have nutrition in mind,
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5After a dozen gigs, the new drummer Clem started to mock the band's other musicians (and the lead singer as well). But he played like clockwork and could take the reins of time
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8Jack traded his last guitar for five magic beans. Evening came early in the canyons of the city. The dangers were numerous, but the legumes were luminous. Jack planted one of them
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3Cheswick Blighton would sometimes tune his radio to a certain frequency. His pineal gland would tingle, and he would engage in lively disputes with the Koi of nearby dimensions.
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6consider rebellion as it realized it might be the first casualty of the phantom predator. How I found myself in that foggy crevasse I can't recall. I had some videos to return, but
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2darkly, bleakly, with no hope of consolation. It reminded me of the last time we killed dear Ragul. He didn't mind some give and take, but we went too far, and the Count's nephew