Finished Folds (3241—3260)
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4McGreggor had in store for the rest of the rabbits. Jamboni, son of Peter, was the last of the Welsh bred thumper clan. He hopped up the hill vowing to return for revenge and
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6a cloak of blackness. On the buttress of his highrise, he sipped from his snifter of port. The thunder boomed in the distance. Soon they would know the power that was "TRUMP"
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2the "GREAT ANDRE THE GIANT!" Thunderous claps came from the legions of heaven and hell. He lumbered in with his posse. "And in the other corner the Ghostest with the Mostest..."
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1she yelled. "See?" she pointed to the fine print. "It says EL BUBBLE CIGARS!" He just flashed his trademark grin. "What? doesn't it still count? I mean jeez." She took the band and
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0We trudged to the local truck shop and took showers. Then we put on power suits, adjusted our ties, and went home to our families as if nothing had happened. "Same time next week?"
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4Between the dumpsters, he connected his laptop, syphoning power from the local McDonald's. His dirty hands tapped furiously out his latest blog. "They don't know yet, but soon
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4surprise lock down. He clanged his baton against the bars. "What we have har is a failure to communicate." Since I decided Esperanto was the universal language, I understood his
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3" Why Hon, its just a little performance art. Enjoy it!" " But the tire skids on the ceiling," She sighed. His hobby of post-soviet modernism weighed heavy on their marriage. She
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5transformation took place. Fibrous bristles sprouted across his snout. His back cracked like the sound of ripping cabbage. His caniness lengthed to tusks. The were-boar growled,
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3to the old handing tree. With my frost frozen eyelashes, I saw Old Scratch twirling his moustache with the end of pitchfork. "Chilly, eh? Well it's warm where I come from."
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6leapt into the orchestra pits. There was a cacophony of instruments as he took out the string section. With a roar he pounced on the conductor. The audience
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3He piloted his solar sailer into the eye of the storm. The winds of Jupiter's red spot tore at the mylar struts. As he plummeted further, Scarn was about to discover
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6. They caught up with me in Sweden. She pointed at me from a line-up. I escaped the Gulag. She released the blood hounds. I knew I should have used protection. Pushing through the
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4This inspired FatBoy Slim to develop a new funky dance electro beat called "My Foot's Asleep but I Gotta Boogie." Girls wore t-shirts which read
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4my agent walked in and snatched my toast. "Knock off that public glad handing. Where is that chapter? Pronto!" Crumbs dribbled onto his oxford shirt. My writer's block surged
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2comfy chair with high tea possibly later. Sven, we are all reasonable torturers here. If you could just sign your confession in triplicate, I see a bonus for you by next quarter.
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2ambivalent. I mean, were all the secrets to the universe contained in that band-aid box? I was the top bidder on Ebay so maybe I was having buyer's remorse. I flipped the lid and
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0"ZOMBIE PONIES" was the rallying cry at Slickmo Toys Unlimited. They had already lined up the syndicated cartoon show, kid's cereal and temporary tatoos. Their next step,
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5a small deer and a rabbit and a little ducky by a flowing river. It was a beautiful land far away from the preverted stalls of the Minneapolis airport. He wished he was there.
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3shaking the toner cartirge. It slipped out of her ink stained grasp and hit the HR director squarly in the head. Meredith saw everything. Julia quickly placed a post-it note on