Finished Folds (61—80)
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0emotion through the three tiny holes like you have" he said. The unknown comic tapped the paper sack that covered his head. Years of practice delivered tilt of the sack that said
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1arching an eyebrow and fingering one side of his oversized costume black rim glasses. Hipsters without bad vision suffered in silence. Quietly, he put his nose hair fire out with
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0human hock. It got rubbery the closer to well done it got, plus the hair started burning and there's nothing worse than the smell of burnt hair - especially rogaine infused as his
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2jerk him out quick, like a fifty year old naked man at a Miley Cyrus concert. The university turned a blind eye though. His dad had donated a library that Miley'd gotten high in.
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3sure the ship wouldn't make it back to port, but we'd dealt with her the same way anyone would; Anyone with a penchant for brutality and a love of ancient torture. The ship docked
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1what a sweet trip, to the candy shop, where bon bons cost forty dollars, were melted on a high class "model"and eaten with chopsticks by Japanese business men. Fifty cent corrupted
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2but that's when we knew he wasn't the real Bill Cosby. The moment incorrect grammar slipped out of his mouth and wasn't a part of a joke about his kids, we knew he was a replicant
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2Paris Hilton clones. Each mutant pygmy Paris was trampling its own self esteem while flashing its vag or saying how hot something was.I doused a Prada bag with flesh eating disease
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4the hedgehog queen, but she wielded a magical scepter that guarded against my beheadings. She turned to face me, refusing to become pie filling. I jammed the grenade in the hole
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3the customers saw Elaine's muffins, they couldn't get enough of them. Frequently they were smeared with frosting or butter, or glistened with powdered sugar. The muffin shop became
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0the sewer pipe every time he flushed. The guy next door had been drinking bleach and when combined with his toxic orange urine, it detonated, blowing fetid shrapnel rats & manhole
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1Those humans were sometimes pretty inconsistent. Sometimes they'd come on strong and others were fat, limp and unrefined. Still, Cretea and Allogonso enjoyed them fried in butter
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3his swimming trunks. They were finely stitched of a material that'd been engineered for racing. Their red racing stripe was intricately detailed. They floated ten yards behind him
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1His version of playing possum was charming his way into your heart, then turning the words that warmed their way in into knives that cut on their way out. His beady possum eyes
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0so pregnancy is highly unlikely unless some of the aerial stuff turns her nether regions into some kind of centrifuge with the pressure turning the perineum into a semi-permeable
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0and working them up before we head for mass in the morning. We built a replica of the altar where she recites a little prayer naked, while I flagellate her with seven seals of the
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2He opened the tome, full of ancient mystery. The power of the cosmos was in Richard's grasp. His wife could be saved. His son would live. "Horcrux!" Harry yelped, stabbing the book
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3hell. Sure, they hit the concrete first, but they barely noticed the blood splatter onto the crowd as the only part of them that mattered kept falling into the blazing comeuppance
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1dangle him from the bridge, but his ankles were easy to grip and it was either that, or make him work the money off the other way. No matter how sexy or smooth they were, I wasn't
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3I drifted into unintended derision, aimed squarely at the person who might next inhabit the role of storyteller. Luckily, he felt no resistance toward such compunction and cast.