Finished Folds (41—47)

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  that's when the massacre started. Mayhem in the form of mashed potato guts and suds draping from the walls. What happened that night was hell. Dead potatoes everywhere. I couldn't

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  2012-05-04 22:23:10

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  getting coffee & shit like that. I've seen those doctors beat his ass with their Stethoscopes like something straight outta' Rambo. I'm sayin' this kid was SKINNY. I said to him

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  2012-05-04 22:21:17

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  they told everyone "Alright, now start killing each other!" Left and right I saw it, the bloodshed and senseless warfare, limbs flying from here to there, cries, and laughter. I

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  2012-05-04 22:17:48

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  for all of us. But fuck, French kissing is serious, especially to Bently. I once saw that guy eat a mug. I'm talkin' an entire, ceramic drinking mug, just cause he was pissed. So I

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  2012-05-04 22:15:44

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  I was a hamster, but god damnit, a good hamster at that, might I add. All other hamsters wished they could harness my intellect, but no one but I knows the truth. It all started

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  2012-05-04 22:14:18

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  xedo from its respective coat hanger. "Very well then", I managed to chortle, between expulsions of gaseous queefs from my mouth. What happened then was remarkable, revolting. I

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  2012-05-04 22:12:44

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  traversing the peak in a comfortable fashion. It was a rotten stench, one that quivered their very souls, and they were pretty certain it might give them cancer. They hoped that

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  2012-05-04 22:10:24