Finished Folds (381—400)
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4Since the protesters were in no mood for eating the pancakes, they were not willing to pay. This meant only one thing. They were going to be force fed the discarded pancakes.
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1mo had unfortunately pressed the big red button. Nobody was supposed to press the big red button. You could hear the impact of Cpt. Ahab's hand as he slapped Cpt. Nemo. The ship
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3notice his actions to impress her. But no matter how many robot Trex s he killed with a single swipe of his katana, whilst also piloting a jet, Paola would refuse to notice him. He
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1I coulda been in the movies. I coulda had pretty dresses and fanboys everywhere. Instead here I was, rubbing soothing cream on my eczema prone skin, enjoying the sensual rubbing on
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5tings ta go around. Suddenly, Alfred the butler walks in with a shiny platter in one hand, holding a device. "Your 'Chav' translator, Sir." said Alfred to the Foldingstory users.
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1would be backwards. Hah! Bobbo thought and smiled like a man who knows something the interrogator doesn't. She won't get the information from me anytime soon. In fact, Bobbo was so
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3gently carresed my face. Satan's eyes focuses on to mine and his tongue continued to explore my body. I took the pin out of his private area. Satan smirked seductively. "You fool
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4Obamacare, so everything was fine. However, the insane appetite of the sinkhole was not satisfied by big whoppers and humans. So it proceeded to consume Justin Bieber's next world
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5Women screamed in terror and ran for their lives. Children cried everywhere. Men fought to protect their families from the armies of comic book nerds rampaging through the streets.
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1adult authors. Toad was ashamed that a rookie like Salamander was getting more attention from the publishers than him! Toad was flabbergasted! He had just finished 50 shades of gay
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6"George! NO! Bad monkey!" I shouted at George as he took away my asthma pump. He had made me climb the entire set of stairs, and I was pretty sure I was going to have an asthma att
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2Yet as impressive as the piercing of Madonna was, one thing kept nagging my mind again and again. What did Векж эа льюкяльиюч пырикульа позтюлант mean and did I leave the stove on?
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3t I always thought that prophecies on spaghetti were prophecies to listen to. Samarkand, the giver of implants, was a very good prophet of spaghetti. He lived by the pasta code and
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1extreme diarrhea. ET looked concerned as the not-yet-humanoid patient was bought in with an unbearable stench. Dr. Mars fled the room in horror, and Dr.Neptune looked disgusted by
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3"I'm sorry Lolita, I don't speak gibberish." Saavik said. Lolita's face was slumped down on one side and she wasn't able to lift her arms. Saavik realised that it was a heart attac
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3n scum. The human just ignored him. Hmph. He stood up, imitating the human, and was pleased to see the look of surprise on the human's face. Then he made puppy dog eyes and looked
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2itself into my nostrils. I sneezed and dislodged the insect from my nose. Yet this insect was persistent in keeping me from my visions, and was intimately attracted to my nose.
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5Gene could merely suck up one spaghetti at a time, whilst Dr.Ziti devoured pasta alphabet at breakneck speed. Dr.Ziti was the true Pastafarian. Dr.Ziti's apprentice was very lucky
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2accent. "Does anyone have vodka? Векж эа льюкяльиюч пырикульа позтюлант" I said in a drunk manner. Although I did a mean Russian accent, the cat was not amused and mother was hurt
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3spaghetti monster just floating in the background of the oil painting. Beautiful. The horses danced and praised the spaghetti monster for being deliciously holy and rich in flavour