Finished Folds (701—720)
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1his skills at inking comic books deteriorated rapidly upon the onset of narcolepsy. Once reknown or bringing characters to life on the page, now he couldn't stay within the lines.
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3I couldn't see whoever it was, but I could see their breath fogging up the window. Screaming like a Texan girl, I
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1he was in denial, too, thinking quite naturally that he had won. He cooed to himself, yet another annoying trait that drove away the ladies. Smiling, he opened the two-way mirror
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1her reins when we played "horsey" before everything went sour. The good news was I didn't actually get malaria, but bad news - I was infested with bot fly larvae. It made my skin
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3magically appeared out of thin air, grabbed the cracked thing with a look of betrayal that set granny to tears, and left the building, cracked art piece in hand. That's how it
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0faced girls were usually predictable. They were usually very gracious dates. But Gloria was the exception. The fact she failed to mention her bowel control issue on Match.com was
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5just pictures that came with the frames. The faces were much more attractive and happier than my own family ever was. I named these smiling strangers and lied to visitors, saying
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5That's why she was so good at hockey. Although her brutish ways kept landing her in the penalty box. Harriet loved those words and mouthed them to herself, "penalty box," giggling
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4Then my wife walked into the office, seeing the large pile of spent tissues next to my computer monitor and jumped to the wrong conclusion. She looked at me with a mix of disgust &
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1the room. Han shot first, typical male. All girls learn sooner or later that men usually "shoot" first, then try to change the story later to make themselves look better. And he
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4got complicated, to say the least. But luckily, they were going to be on Jerry Springer's show next week and that nice producer lady said they'd help straighten out his mess. So,
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2long enough to tell that bag to shut her yap or leave the room. I hate mouth-breathesr, especially ones who expect to swallow my "prize." "Eyes up here, lady," I scolded her as
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2So I decided on chocolate. Always did. The brown goodness smoothed away the uncertain edges of my mind. It also smooth away my features as I'd grown to 800 lbs & to the point I had
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1that nasty hooker who gave him a rash was in order. It had been three long years since he'd seen her, and he was itching for revenge, so to speak. He swigged a mouthful of courage
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2her furious since she only talked about it - oh ... incessantly! He never listened. But that gave her an idea. Since he never listened, that means she could
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3stroke of shear luck. I took the damaged package, a trail of packing peanut trailing behind me as I walked from the mailbox back to the double-wide trailer. The contents were
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5to grandma's ashes. That's just tacky, like the time she wore a pink terry cloth tube top, you know - the one with snags, and flip-flops and cut off daisy dukes to Aunt Martha's
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1out his ass in those skin-tight jeans that were all the rage these days. At least he didn't have to wear Ed Hardy any more. But, the problem with the tight fit was that
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1Once upon a time, there
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5He woke up groggy and sore from mysterious rug burns in yet more mysterious places. His nakedness was covered by a carelessly tossed afghan. The only sign of life was a blinking