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saw what I was doing and shoved me back inside with a taser pole, tsk-ing all the while about the disrespectful Americans who keep showing up with Bowie knives to act out their -
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knowing some of the local street kids used it for drinking sometimes. Besides, my spit was too good for this hellish place and I didn't want them to have any more of me than they
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how cool was that? Now I could finally say I accomplished something in my life. The inky darkness oozed across the sky, paused, then suddenly dove down on its next victim. I wished
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Found himself reliving that tea party over and over, wondering just where it had all gone wrong. The doormouse played along and hoped Hatter never, ever remembered the truth.
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-eto encrusted hand - freshly cut - at Fritz who was dancing in 3/4 time their way. Buster and Catherine were able to escape the diner amidst a cacophony of screams through the ba-
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exotic dance lessons, rising to the top of strip club stardom on the back of those nuns. I learned a lot of unique material from assisting with this book, making my fame secure.
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-lf, slowly drawing a plastic Batman mask over his face. "I am Batman," Harry growled. Hermione rolled her eyes, muttering "You're wearing your Aquaman pajamas. This isn't even a
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Snuff"? Children's literature hadn't changed a bit since Dr. Menkold was a kid. Long live the precocious youth of every generation, he mused to himself. "Indeed," drawled a girl by
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Translating the scriptures of Florence Nightingale while their undergarments dried, Nefertiti and Lady Macbeth made plans for another Queens' Night Out. Wringing your hands was so
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electronic Millenials eagerly anticipating the day robots would finally take over the world. Chip in the brain and bionic eyes that make computers null? Better than botoxed butts a
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named Ms. Cheese, for that was the fate that her new owners had in mind. This life as a cat would end as a spread on some French baguette with bits of arugula, her own fat the dip
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the nick of time. "Haha," his wife laughed. "Get it?" The flushed red of Santa's face was answer enough. He'd had enough punny business in the joint and a whole new list of names
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Some even segued into whole doctoral theses on Cage's influence in the gaming industry, citing the overly average character in Mortal Combat as an extreme move to the avant garde.
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watery walrus waistcoats wrapped around their weathered wristy fins. But who am I to argue with her traditions? I was more surprised by her lack of seasoning as she threw me on the
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A Sacred Secret Selling Primrose Promises Purpose. Yes, miracles via flower boutiques. He knew, oh how he knew. An Arranging Angel would be his end. Bless the florist, every one.
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"Don't be mad," John said soothingly, handing Carol a roll of bags, "get Glad." Carol popped the roll like a sugar pill. Slowly, a grin stretched across her still irate features
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by means of pantomime. Bad things happened to mimes who talked, and Frankenstein, new convert, wasn't going to risk his frail, beautiful body near the necromancer. The corpse ran
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Of whip cream. Licked straight off the robot's fingers. If you wanted your sandwich, you paid the ferryman. Robot was wise enough to get his while the gettin' was good. Life down
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And then you find a new god, one who is more easygoing about the whole pleated leather to mass thing. Preferably a god that doesn't require you go to mass or acknowledge them at
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the hell making his hair smooth and silky had to do with his silence to myself, but decided why not take the easy way out for once and pulled out a handy bottle of Mane 'n Tail.