Finished Folds (81—100)
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4and forensic scientists concluded that the Road Rage Twerps were composed of Funyuns, Skoal Bandits, and red flannel. Soldiers like me kept their tanks gassed up and nuclear ready.
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3a random strip-search of residents with hopes of catching the pickpocket, but things quickly grew out of hand when only women with shapely legs and firm booties were being searched
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1don’t care about that shit. Horses occasionally care about the human on their back, but mostly they care about running free and hooking up with a horse or two or three and then
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3Chief Bromden stood statue-like. Cheswick was the first to curse, “Damn you, Nurse Ratched! Mac is not a flamingo!” “Mr. Cheswick, “Nurse Ratched’s death-like calm turned into rage
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4, if, for some inexplicable reason you came, raw, uncut, the Oaxaca mole negro, with its fruits and nuts, I would devour you with passion, and allow your chocolate sauce to dribble
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1Apparently, Reach for the Sky had multiple meanings since Manny did a belly flop to the floor and Shabby jumped onto the sofa, reached up high & was decapitated by the ceiling fan.
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5“YES, SIR!” Kayleigh squealed, “I’ll show them hundreds of huge binders filled with signed affidavits from PROMINENT IMAGINARY FICTIONAL CHARACTERS, each claiming you easily won
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3the inner back waistband. I asked Pa why the skid mark was there, and he told me a story of passion, ass whooping, and unabridged carnal obnoxiousness, which sailed over my head.
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1exposed the TRUTH to Termagro & XLT & they turned a shade of pistachio ice cream, they both barfed, they both fainted. Monique grinned & danced the Funeral Dance of the Marionettes
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2dance; he realized the mouse was playing Elephant Walk on his Occipital Lobe, & his dance turned into a Jungle Boogie. The ground quaked, as Otto sneezed the mouse out of his trunk
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4lubricated latex sheath, it might send an unsuitable message. Slowly and calmly walk away, and don’t look at the bone. Don’t get a rise out of it, even though it’s happy to see you
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2I’m no connoisseur of starchy Italian dishes, although I am fond of fondue bagna cauda, but Mushy & Pilaf wouldn’t last a millisecond with Sal the barber & “Two Ton” Tony Galento
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2shit hit the fan, or was it when the smoke cleared? No matter. She wasn’t heiress to the Whitney fortune; hell, she wasn’t even a Whitney, and her Havana gigolos gave her the clap.
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2selling my bare bear bottom at the Hundred Acre Wood House of Ill Repute. “I’ve found the honeypot,” cried Donald, a fat man with an orange face and pee-stained cotton candy hair.
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2with Sprinkles for Men edible hair spray & he immediately convulsed & sweated profusely while I smothered him in chocolate kisses and let him bob for my maraschino cherry. I won.
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3erwise joyfully stoned patrons were gagging & suffocating on their own cannananas vomit, which was not at all good for business. So, Jeremy moved away from banana-flavored hybrids
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3ber and Dr. Gomer reminisced about the days when everybody’s fridge-freezer came with a full water bottle and boxes of chocolate Turkish taffy and chocolate-covered bananas. Mrs.
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3069, done upon a Rubenesque woman actress dressed like Frannie the fat Irish cop, turned out to be an Exploder belly-to-belly Suplex, resulting in a statutory rape/paternity suit.
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3trouble is those lemons sure do sting the hell out of your gouged eye socket. Now, I surely do consider myself a tough guy but I ain’t no masochist. If you ask me, and I know you’r
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3cut off his head with a scythe. Luckily, Sherman and Mr. Peabody took the WAYBACK machine an hour or two back, and stopped Honey Bucket from killing the moose, or that was the plan