Finished Folds (341—360)
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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.
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3were either a firm fist and forearm away from commitment or a dangling, flaccid foreskin away from running off with her best friend. She opted for self-love and freedom.
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3...liberty for one person, could be a jail sentence for another. That's why those far-right kooks won't give up their guns..you gotta pry it from their cold, dead hands, and that
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2passing gas between the pass-through and the back dock. The stench was overwhelming. Raw pork and navy beans. The natives banged their knives and forks, sounded like death.
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3She contorted her entire body from a pretzel to a pretzel stick. Then she unzipped the sleeping bag and poked her head out. The stiff, salty breeze slapped Mrs. Erickson in the
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1casually, yet nonchalantly, I unzipped my pink pants and unleashed my orange, mushroom-headed member, and, on cue, every women within fifty feet of me started to vomit.
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5I paced, anxiously, unconstrued in my attempt to seduce my landlady--seventeen years my senior. The large Hawaiian pizza wilted atop my microwave, dripping pineapple juice upon
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4The dawn was a splatter of black, grey, blue, red, and orange...but it only stayed that way for about five minutes, when the palette of color suddenly turned bright yellow.
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7Yes, some of you think Tim is a human. Now why on Earth would humans want to eat other humans...unless they are Pygmy Cannibals. Tim was an old mule who lived with two old maids.
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6Can't get back in! Can't get back in! Why is mission control repeating itself? Da Da deet deet dumm dumm . I can't get that image out of my head...like real perfection. Out of mind
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3know I had twirled dizzily around...uncontrollably...and fallen down an elevator shaft from 40 floors up. The pain did not subside, no matter how many Opioids the doctor pumped me
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8And change their minds they did! Oh, sure, from one extreme to another...but, hey...He did dabble in Cuckolding and Necrophilia, but she remained a Nun, locked up in her chastity