Finished Folds (341—360)
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6In his generously unthinking way, he thanked me...by not raping or killing me. Still, I was humiliated. Then he dropped me off, in front of my house, and he took off with my car.
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3watch the little dago bastard dangle from the end of a 20-foot-long strand of spaghetti. Lets face it...most of the citizens hated the Mayor, except, of course, the Mayor's Mother
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5work! Nothing is impossible in this lifetime. Look at the idiot in the White House. He's proof that anybody can do anything in this world, especially if they have a lot of money
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3the most difficult choice any Bengal tiger would ever have to make: Do I chase after Arnold's Snickers bar, therefore allowing Arnold to run away...or do I grab the little bastard
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5that easy to stop making sense...you have to work at it. So, Lester opened his Disco in Hoboken, New Jersey. Everybody came to the joint: Gaga...Gigi...Topo...Lulu...I'm so proud!
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4but then, without warning, a seismic shift in the Natural Selection section in the evolutionary chain caused our need to urinate disappear, and we danced on into the early morning.
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4How to make America great...again. 1--bring back nickel beer at football games. 2--only hire women who have naturally humongous breasts to work at Hooters. 3--Make the wolf whistle
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3never dared to enter, but these rock men were not your average everyday rock men, these rock men liked jewelry. Spot, limping erratically, found his way into a storage closet and
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6d throughout the herds and droves of donkeys around the world...but not so much by almost all donkey paces. Most donkey paces despised Corinthians and wealth...they were more Earth
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12what all the fuss is about. Spinning lights. danceable music. fashionable clothes. I've seen this image before. I'm not impressed. But then the drugs wore off and the music changed
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5some chickens and a rooster. I built them a coop in the living room, and I moved my bedroom to the basement...to better ferment the eggs. Unfortunately, my preoccupation with eggs
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2Eugen Peter Jeljenic was the child of Croatian immigrants. Gene chose the stage name "Rayburn" by randomly sticking his hand in his alphabet soup. John owned Gene Rayburn's suits
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5sled by the short hairs on their testicles. To be a Post Master Elf 1st Class, one must have an undying loyalty to misogynistic white men from Alabama. Take cover! They're coming!
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3But it was too late. The men in white, from BellView Hospital, barged into the room and put a straight jacket on Mrs. Buttersworth. Then they waited for Shasta to eat her pancakes.
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1do something completely stupid, selfish, and worthless. I drove over to her house with the express intent to kidnap, rape, and hold for ranson her crazy psycho sister-in-law, Joy.
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3finished...then crank that baby up to broil and burn the hell out of it...burn the hell out of everything. If they can survive that, they'll survive anything. Cockroaches, them.
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2I could spend an hour watching her garden and nothing more! And even when off-angle, tilting ever-so-closer to complete balance, both physical and mental balance I enjoy the view.
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2was truly back home, at the place where I had been born, or perhaps merely lodged inside a computer program developed for Better Homes and Gardens Magazine Virtual Reality.com.
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2the need for anything human to exist. I need a lot of capital to stop Jeff Bezos; that won't be easy. You can't kill him...he ain't human. In fact, there are only 50 humans left
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3silicone sisters busted out the back door and were absorbed into the leather catsuit, and she felt warm enough to go au naturale…with the flap opened in front.