Finished Folds (61—80)
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5Within minutes, it was a crisis; within hours, a life-threatening plague. The French infected the Italians who infected the Britts who infected the Americans. Zombie Apocalypse.
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4grew lighter in the pocketbook--everything is money to humans, especially American humans...so, they set traps for the hungry carrots, cooking their venison fat blood into quiche
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3Senator Borf was a Lame Duck--he had only four friends on Facebook--and he felt bad for the lemming, so he took it in; gave it free reign of his house, don't feel bad for the rat.
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2heard emanating from a prophylactic raincoat. Ms. Jane and Jethro dragged a Camel into a billowing tower of ash. Ellie May skinny-dipped in cement. Jed and Granny passed out still
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8she was no lover...nor was she a dancer. Distraught, but optimistic, Jan decided to take Ballroom Dancing Classes with Fredricka Astaire (No relationship) and sell her body to the
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6stupid for most of her adult life--seriously...her IQ was 19--because she was dumber than a pile of rocks, I decided to keep the "Godmother" tattoo, and to forgive her.
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4able to work 12 hours, straight, no breaks...and, if need be...if nature called (trust me...nature calls a lot 2 miles underground)...a miner has to piss and shit in his underwear
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5And what a winky it was! "Hey Willie Winkie, the wean's in a creel, Wamblin' aff a bodie's knee like a verra eel... and so began my life as a mother to a porn star!
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3from behind and below--looking up through the forest, across the chasm, and into the opening--gliding into immortality--not stopping until reaching the ultimate goal.
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4and it's a damn shame...that's all he could say, over and over, again: It's a damn shame!" For thirty years, nobody threw a whistle her way...nobody contorted their eyes and neck
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2But he knew he wasn't going to meet a lady--a nice lady with a warm box--a box she hadn't opened in nearly six months of Sundays...he wasn't gonna meet her on the streets of Newark
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2It's kind of how you feel on one of those long, warm summer nights--the sweat pouring off you like steam off a vape pen and there, purring at yer feet, rubbing across you thighs
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5Except for his master--he calls all of his slaves and subordinates "King." The same way rednecks like to call their killer mastiff "King." Arthur looked upon Excalibur lodged in
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3But none did. Incredibly, everyone became overcome with solemn. Dumfries the Dimwitted will be missed. He may not have served any useful purpose, but he existed and that is noted.
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2Yoko Ono recordings. He often wondered why John Lennon enjoyed her company. Perhaps it was the mystery of the Far East. Babaji pulled out his copy of the White Album and smiled.
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4not sink / But Stink they do just like a flower / god's own jism has the power / to make cow utters fill with cream /and down god's leg a human stream / love supreme for all to see
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6Before you decide to add the next line to what I am now telling you...think very carefully, Don't rush! You have three minutes...think! I am thinking about a time when things were
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4"Hey! Mister!" the lady cop shouted, "Why are you walking backwards towards me?" I was bombed: the entire world revolved around me, but I managed to turn and face her, fly down...
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1conjured up my inner child and became polymorhously perverse with the shrink, a rotund eunuch named Alice, who was so excited by my suckling of his breast that he declared me sane.
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5were as faded as a fifty-year-old cover of The White Album, and as relevant as the Watts riots. Today, I write satire for Mad Magazine. No, we are not obsolete...we are $15 a copy!