Finished Folds (641—660)
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4the quality of his work suffered as a result. "Would you could you in a car?" "Yeah, whatever." He just wasn't the same after the Great Loraxsassination of 1978. Dejected and
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3Just not for Wacky Newt or Stew Shark. It seemed everyone ELSE was falling in love but them. What had happened? Why were these relics of the Golden Age of Video Games so unlucky?
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6street occupation protest to set on fire, with Hercules in close pursuit. This whole "Occupy Ancient Greece" thing had to stop. But, try as he might, Hercules wasn't fast enough
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2labor unions, each of them voting to go on strike. The quad-amputee wasn't very popular in his own household, let alone in the public eye. How could he compete with
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4Captain's Log, supplemental. We have arrived in orbit around Foldinus Prime to settle a dispute between the creatures known as GreenBananas and buddyboy4711. Negotiations have
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4fooled him into buying cheap ketchup and pouring it all over himself. It wasn't so much the sticky red condiment, or even the ants. He would never understand why a bear wanted to
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2to his old tricks, substituting just about every inanimate object he could find with Folger's Crystals, just to see who'd notice the difference. That creepy little doll scared
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2So yeah, I once new this guy from Nantucket, y'know? And he was all
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4But that's okay. I'd chosen a skunk as my human-animal hybrid. Nobody was gonna mess with me. ;)
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6he cherished with all of his soul. She took a spud to the head, which actually INCREASED her intelligence. Unfortunately, this also caused her to become extremely picky about
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23) Elmo has access to a secret stash of booze and meth. It's huge. Make sure to mix it and distribute it to all the swamp monsters. Then they'll stop hating cookies. 4)
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3Especially when my family invited me over for Hannukristmagivingween. That was just too much. I flipped my lid, drove all the way up there, and
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5who could read braille. That would show them. See, they wanted to 'blindside' the man. Get it? Oh, I crack me up. So anyway, the plan went as follows: The shark would
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5middle of the target! His boss screamed like a little girl as he fell into the dunk tank. Everyone laughed. Everyone, except for Jeff, sitting by himself by the beer tent.
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3It was on. He beaned me with the olive tray, I shoved his face into the pudding, he stuffed my nose full of squash, and I impaled him with a turkey leg. Ah, Christmas back home.
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2So I stood up and told them "Yo, dawgs, homey don't play dat. Ya wanna jive wit' me? Ya gotta play it all cool. None o' dat Drinky Crow stuff, y'know?" Man, I am so white.
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6come to find out that spaghetti was a religion unto itself. Pastafarians, who worship the Flying Spaghetti Monster, would not tolerate such attacks on their meatballs. They rose
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4all the while like a deranged R2-D2 on meth. It annoyed the heck out of the janitorial supplies, though the broom wanted to just sweep it under the rug. Number 409, however,
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1The hero's rap unwittingly released the foul demons of the netherworld unto the stage, who devoured his opponent, the DJ equipment, then the entire audience. He stood triumphant.
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3But the man just floated off the side of the building and stayed right at my level. His anti-gravity aura was working too well. Growing even more frustrated, I searched for the