Finished Folds (61—80)
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4And derailed. Pedestrians scattered in panic as the car span dizzily across the tarmac, trailing sparks in its wake. Hank, unperturbed, pulled out some knitting and began to fashio
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3'IDENTITTIES!' the box proclaimed, shamelessly. 'What's your BREAST GUESS?!!'. Quivering with excitement, Magdalena rushed over to the counter and purchased the game there and then
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4He finished licking her ankles and unbowed. "My dear", he grunted, "those are the sweetest calves that I have ever tasted!". "I'm sorry" she replied disdainfully, "have we met?"
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4Jimminy Fastersnatch, crying hysterically as he swigged noradrenaline from a flask and swiped helplessly with his trembling fists as his feathered hareem descended and began to pec
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2the poison remained in the system, for the most part contained but occasionally seeping out whenever they let their guard down. For instance, whenever the local hospital called for
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4But this *this* Emily Post couldn't be further removed from her bawdy ancestral namesake. She was a paragon of virtue, always praying three time before crossing the road, and wipin
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7He longed for some real down-time: a quiet evening in playing dominoes, naked by the fire with a glass of sherry and his grotesque fibreglass-headed companion slowly oiling her pre
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2with sugar rather than sand; this sort of total-immersion theatre didn't appeal to me at all. But still, I was quite relaxing, as everyone agreed - they couldn't help but unwind
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1"Only a fool would fold a foal!" fulminated Frances furiously. "Furthermore,
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7than they should have done; how could they possibly know that they were consuming the lunch rations of the pastrami armi who were currently mustering on the White House lawn? Boy,
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4"It's a prawn appeal" whispered the black-eyed shrimp, "against their sentence for crimes against mollusculinity". "What?" replied the outraged reported, "But they haven't even bee
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2this one? I thought to myself, This guy is effing crazy! Had he ever actually SEEN Aunt Elaine? She had more bristles on her chin than a cactus (assuming cacti have chins), and as
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3was disappointed to find the gate shut and secured with an ancient, rusty padlock and chain. "No use for 'em any more" rasped a dyspeptic passer-by, spitting into the gutter
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3our love of Nordic folklore, breathing new life into the ancient sagas through the medium of bodily secretions - our only means of effective communication in this hellish neo-Babel
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2This wasn't what he'd expected when he accepted the job in the optical dispensary at all! Tristan spluttered in protest - handing out contact lenses was one thing, but cold blooded
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1the wheelie-bins that I had strategically placed beyond as a subtle selective measure to identify the most nimble-of-hoof of the participants. But never had I though that the super
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4-filled dirigible lodged at the back of her throat, and thus betraying the secret of her otherwise unfathomable levitationary abilities. "Caught red handed!" screamed FRhonda, and
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3develop in extraordinary depth, taking on all aspects of my personality, in fact, sucking the very persona out of me until I was nothing more than an empty, vegetative sack of flui
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8was no good at any of these things - no, he just lay under the table and tried to shut out the world as the tap dripped, grass grew, garage further filthied itself, paint flaked, a
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4executives had been released specially from the gulag where they had been sent following the cataclysmic ratings meltdown of series XXXXLV, and bobbed helplessly among the reptilia