Finished Folds (101—120)
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2a theater near you! In a world were two megalomaniacs battle for world control, see the American public ignore the news and hole up in their nests playing Netflix. Apathy has never
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7Next morning, he couldn't move. "Last time I go to bed in full platemail." Making matters worse, his tweed waterbed had sprung a leak. "Milk maids? Lasses? where are you? A little
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5ed under my breath, and slammed my jello shot. "Whatz the matter, bra?" I slurred as the gunslinger cocked his six-shotters, (shooters, whatev.)
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3understood why people called me "eccentric" behind my back, but it was a compulsion. I had to be obnoxious with every part of body. Take my knees, for instance, they clacked like
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4No one will see me in my GREAT BOX DISGUISE! (thought the cat.)
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10I know I went to confession just this morning, but a lot can happen in just a few hours. Father, It all started when I met Sister Emma at the bookstore and offered her a Cappuccino
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4"This bench is dedicated to Theodore Ipswitch who hated this park and everyone in it."
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5. The Boogeyman was getting a crick in his back from hiding in the bushes. Where were those tasty moppets? Probably at home playing Minecraft. No wayward urchins, nothing. (Sigh.)
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5. "Unhand me unkind constables. My porkpie hat was made at a Brooklyn boutique haberdashery and my cheroot was imported from Havana. You mar my rep." The last words he spoke.
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3I struggled as another goose wandered off the set. How was I going to get the 12 days out before the holiday rush? A knock. "The Leaping Lords are on strike." Just great.
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4. "I say Jeeves, you have me disoriented by your instruments of the orient." I quipped spilling my gin and tonic as his nunchuck almost dislodged my nose. "Wooster, I must protest,
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7" By mid-afternoon, I'm like "What's up with Rock-em-Sock-em Robots? Is Blue or Red better? Is there even a choice? AND WHAT ABOUT TAXES?"
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4Why, yes. I will. I get all my political viewpoints and philosophy from an FS fold. I also read tweets and bumper stickers because any more words, and my brain hurts.
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2cats. Why can't they just move through the outside door? Didn't you want to go out? What do they WANT?
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4The legendary biking bread monger sang her shanty. "Me crumpets are freshest or so I been told. So give me the eye an' I'll throw you a roll!" The siren song drew him away from his
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6. But this was not just any pie, it wass cherry pie! Maybe he wasn't so bad after all. And what's this? Freshly-brewed coffee? Maybe his eternal soul could wait.
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4The lobster replied. "Sure, you talk big with my claws banded, but I got friends see?" I heard a multitude of soft clickings behind me.
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4In the Nevada desert, sits the Clown Motel. It has spacious accommodations, welcomes bikers, and dish tv. It also has an abandoned miner's graveyard. It was a steal for $900,000. O
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2Would the spasms ever subside? asd.kjbfa rjbf There it goes again, in uncontsdlkjrolled bursts. I should have my mind examined before asldkflqjr fkqljh.dfs.
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3But I could, I raised my fist silhouetted by the sunset. Resist Now! Resist Always! (Then I sat down to watch GoT.)