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Porkpie hat? And a Stout, to boot. A boot of Stout. A snoot of trout. A snootie trout. A Congress of Baboons and a Parliament of Owls murdered counting crows... -
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ate her own head, peeling after peeling, cheek, neck, eyelids. All the while chanting: "It's only a flesh wound!"
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morphed lips yet. He's still trying to get those particular human features. Cats and dogs have lips but they can't suck on straws, or cigarettes... or pipes. Cats and dogs are
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I HATE kettlecorn. And EVERYONE who eats kettkecorn. And so I shot his hand, the one that was in hus pants. (I think i shot something else too)
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Showers are always screaming about something: "You Jerk! You left my left spigot on for TWO days!" "I WILL kilk you tge next time you put that CLR up my spout!" "I piss on your
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Inspicuous disposal. Toxicological eradication. Irrefutible alibis. For all of us.
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to Cheeta. Jane was coach to Ka. And to Cheeta. Jane was coach to Ka. Ka was coach to Mowgli.
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partake of Bertie's special 'services'. Bertie was exacting, don't mess around. 'What can you do for I?' Shite. Did I just screw with Bertie and didn't know it? Now my ass is in
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laughed uproarously. What a lame Bugger! What's your so-called 'Sinful dance'? Probably looks like Dick Van Dyke as Burt the Chimney Sweep in Disney's 'Mary Poppins'. Crap like
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teach. She needed a protege. The farmer's daughter bred and trained Sandworms. She had no children and needed someone to carry on her work. The child had a natural ability for
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around the booth, surprised to see a bunch of husky, grizzled, hairy broads in habits. One turned her milky eye to Isack and pursed her lips in a kiss. Isack fainted dead away.
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"Le Royale, vite!" Then a gun shoved in his face. Marty stood stunned then glanced in the car's back seat to see trickles of blood. "Merd", he though in perfect Parisian
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cake. The best bakery was on the corner of his street but if he went there to get some, the baker would die and he'd never get that cake again. He had some before from a dumpster
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When my friend Caroline asked if I wanted to go see the Three Penny Opera I thought "Wow, what a bargain!". Was I mad when we got to the theatre and found what it really
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knives helped. Cookie could repress it no more. He dreamed of large false teeth for his old friends. Teeth that had Super Grip. Food couldn't get under there either. No
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Canned Snow (the Snowman version of Whip-Its), Frosty had to hold fast. The freakin' Freeze-Thaw process was eating away at him mentally, too. That damned cartioon 'boing-boing'
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But the rights of one book cannot infringe upon the rights of others. Incindiary talk, yes. And Picture Books need a voice, too. They cannot just be seen and not heard.
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ellar. Light. Safe to go out? It must be. Steve heaved up the heavy doors, inhaling a heavy burnt wood and sweet smell. Smoking trees twisted and oozed of treacle, dead
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than a cow, at least. He started with seductive reasoning but found out harshly he was not the man for it. He then went to reductive reasoning but got less results. Tears
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ligator. 'What a senseless waste of a mind.' Sarah reeled around on her heels (she could do that as a ballet-dancer). Sarah's training in ballet made her nimble. She was