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Car-Car Nicker Bocker. Sure their dance steps were off, but I was too focused on their "bells"--which were hung, and tied to their legs. I chuckled; my dancing stick fully erect. -
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"Rope... Hmm, 'rope' kinda rhymes with 'rape', doesn't it?" Her wrists began to bleed from the raw skin tearing. I started to laugh, thinking myself quite clever. Then I began.
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Was I being drenched in BBQ sauce? Turns out I was the main course at the Roastin' Pig Festival in Prima, Kentucky. I wanted to call 'em bastards, but all that and out was "oink".
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"All right. You do that," I awkwardly laughed, turning around to head for the door. I soon realized that he had become a true Barbie-Ken doll. It kinda reminded me of Mannequin...
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There is one person who always ruins every family event. In my family, I am that person: my name is Joseph Brener -- Black Sheep of the Brener Clan and Middle Son of thirteen kids.
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"Well damn," Mr. Jones said, reaching into his left, pants pocket. "This card has the last few universal credits I have left." Vader was a faded star."It's time to head back home."
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"Jesus," the Officer began to back away. "I... I'm so sorry." He realized that his actions might cost him his job if the Chief found out about this. He then took out his baton and
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a dozen -- twenty pound -- gold bars, and a lock of Ole' Megguie's hair. "I'm willing to give everything to defend these damn whales, but not Ole Megguie. No. I'd rather be bait."
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pressed her index-finger against the screen, leaving an oily fingerprint. "There we go," she quietly murmured. "He'll love me now, after all these years." The app pin-pointed where
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When tomorrow starts, I will be reborn. The blue-LED, electric alarm clock on my dark-oak nightstand flashes 11:56 PM. Four minutes until midnight. Four minutes and counting.