Finished Folds (821—840)
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4again, my patience dissipating quickly. "Send in the clowns!" someone shouted. "Isn't it RICH!" I screamed. "Isn't it QUEER!" I lost my timing then, this late in my career.
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3my residue. He couldn't escape. The giant fly approached him, its pincher mandibles only microns away! AGGHHHH! Stan Lee woke up in a sweat...and quickly jotted down his ideas.
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4then carried my bowl to the kitchen sink where I washed it down the drain. That was that. Or so I thought. That night, it visited me in a dream. "I'll be baaaaaaack!" I'm waiting.
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2But my past was my arch enemy, I learned with blistering speed. I finally kicked off my moccasins (and my journal) into a nearby river & danced into the sun...finally free.
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5drew suspicion. The crystal meth glazed donuts were ultimately what landed them in prison. They should've packed pretzels & the PBJs Aunt Valetta made for them. What a trip!
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3for beers and agreed never to disagree again. They made America great again!
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3the color of me true love's hair -- my last thought as I sunk under, finally satisfied my cyborg scheme had enacted my revenge. Black goo matters.
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4" Startled, his hands jerked upwards &a tray of urine samples flew up in the air, drenching her lovely little white dress. His insane laughter followed her as she ran outta there!
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5love it when we role play like this. Get over here!" She slowly removed his curly wig and polka-dot pants. HONK! HONK!!
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3when we ate his head & sucked his tail. You know what they say about how "you are what you eat", right? That was the only explanation because suddenly I felt like a cruel crawfish.
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3silently fart then surreptitiously watch your reaction as he checks his email. At that point you have two choices: (1) hold your breath until you die or (2) run outside to ask Bob
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3Lola again, but he didn't even care once he got a looky-see of the agile lady in black. She backflipped into the seat beside Lance & extended her velvet-gloved hand. "Hello! I'm
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5breathed. Holmes leaned out of the way to avoid the dragon's scorching violet fumes & said nothing. "Right-o!" he replied & stepped on the gas. Unfortunately, an accident prevented
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3cracked like a hard-boiled egg. "I KNOW I SHOULDN"T HA-AAAVE...gulp...DONE IT!" Ken blubbered. "You're PITIFUL!" replied Dale. "And now, BALD!" Ken ran his hands over his pate,
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4, no anchovies. He devoured the evil pizza within minutes, but a half-hour later, it served its revenge on him. The moral of this story? I'll leave it to you.It's food for thought.
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3retreated, hands over their ears, running for their lives, while Alfred Hitchcock's ghost laughed & laughed, until there was nothing left of the preacher except his golden cross.
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4Aunt Valetta' s feelings. She was pretty sensitive about her vegetables. So I surrendered the beet and cabbage, we did the deed, and it was over, as in O-V-E-R. You read me?
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4became THE Flying Spaghetti Monster. The real one. I wasn't the monster people thought I was, though. If they only knew my heart. I had the soul of a mild custard. Still, when I
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5. Anton sighed. Joe's whiney ineptitude was getting on his last nerve. If this continued, Joe would blow the entire experiment! "Look, listen, and SMELL the ingredients next time!"
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3All except one: Twigs. On the outside, Twigs was indeed a vulture, but inside... Twigs knew within days of hatching that he was a vegetarian. Oh, he tried to fight it, but