Finished Folds (621—640)
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6To Mr. Sniggelson's delight, a bun-wrapped wiener materialized out of thin air. Wishes DID come true! He wolfed it down, & went in search of his dachsund. "Dad, Fido just vanished!
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13was prancing around, pitchfork in one shank, seeking out sinners! The butcher & his wife screamed at the sight of their succulent dinner searching for fresh meat itself. They leapt
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3of opportunity, heralded by the radio announcer's strident voice: "That's right! Just call in at 0773407734 & ask "Is anyone there?"- & win $100,000! 10 seconds left... time's up!"
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2Harry's clown getup. There was something off about the mouth. Also, what kind of a name was "Pennywise"? & why did Harry insist on a flamethrower for his act? No. Harry had to go.
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3ended his sad story. Not a dry eye in the stylish salon as the oligarchs imagined a less affluent Jerry H, unable to afford the occasional Euro trip once his bills were paid. "How
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5abandoned his plan of bludgeoning me to death. Tho' a skilled pugilist, he was out of his depths against my 1000 lb. bodyguard. But Det. Manatee was no safeguard from poisoning, or
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5I was inwardly cursing Grandpa's memory, when my brush hit on something odd stuck in the flue. It was the stash from a jewelry heist. I always knew Grandpa Jacques was a genius.
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5trying to climb into my pc & infect it! Suddenly, in flew a muscular man caped & wearing yellow spandex with a large "N" on the chest. Norton! "Where'd they go?" he asked urgently.
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4but disaster struck by dint of nuances in Guatemalan rules. On "Go to Jail" 2 cops burst into the house & arrested him. His fate hung upon rolling doubles before they executed him.
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3, resulting in herders raising elephants for their pies. A fast food chain dedicated to this treat opened. Its ten varieties ranged from mildly pungent to gas-mask-not-included.
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4my high speed internet was now cooking with gas. Oh, did I mention the poison gas attacks? They might be the reason I get nada on the web but "page unavailable" notices. Can't win.
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2felt safer when Saytan was fast asleep, 1 feline ear always cocked- as though anticipating harm from its owner. Bill tiptoed quietly towards the snoring Saytan, meat cleaver raised
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1gut- & I knew. She was after my Alka Seltzer- the one box left in town. I turned & ran, realizing she would pursue me relentlessly. Soon, other folk seeking relief joined the chase
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7I wish someone would notice- my associates, my boss, anyone. This morning, my wife yelled at my side of the bed she was working late. It's been 3 days-when will SHE realize I died?
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4er fazed me, but I only wore longjohns, and welcomed the shot of whiskey being poured down my throat. I rose covered in frost, & a dog who been #1'ing in the snow ran away. Blech!
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12of the situation, having a priest perform an exorcism of the house. He proved useless. The ethereal kittens morphed into a specter of Catwoman & wiled the priest into lashing Turgo
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7out on his porch & saw the world had indeed come to a stop. Try as he might, Andrik couldn't make out the sun moving. Meantime, the fire started by his untended iron moved along at
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9Once on that floor, go past the "Wet Floor" sign. Dodge Joe's nasty mop by diving right & rolling twice. You will be in a suite. Get up. A sniper's bullet will miss you by an inch.
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1My wife's brow furrowed & she thought long and hard. her clueless expression showed how badly the shrink had stumped her. "Beats me, Dr. Luster. I should've married YOU!" I cringed
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4This kept up until at Starbucks a customer accidentally spilled a pot of it on my lap. Suddenly, cold coffee didn't seem so bad anymore. I would've gladly swapped for it just then.