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He slipped his hand into the pocket. He would either snag the beautiful wallet, along with all it's contents, or, he would find himself fondling
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The beauty of it all was the fact that I didn't even have to lift a finger. It was a Sunday like any other. As if part of my routine, I flaunted my ass in front of the Christians
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clock struck. "Uhm... Mr.Page..." his eyes shifted back and forth, as if he were being spied upon. "What about... the deep web?" Larry gasped at the intern. How DARE he
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and into the eclectic atmosphere of the proceeding room. Ricky Cocaine... Ricky Cocaine... Suddenly someone tapped me on the shoulder. I jumped. It was a frail old man, holding out
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started squeaking like a mouse on cocaine, destroying all the shorts in a twenty foot radius. The boy screamed, as he took his last breath. One cannot live without shorts.
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That was, until one day. The day of the food poisoning, to be exact. 'Juan's Special Oyster Bites' would be no more. Tubbies witnessed it first hand. A grand man by the name of
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Thanksgiving turkey with rat poison, one could say I did a pretty good job this year. Used tissues didn't seem like a justifiable reward for how much control I had over my
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We do pretty much anything to make a few bucks. We'll publish it. We'll sell it. He'll, we'll goes far as prostitution if it comes to it. Unfortunately, my trashy story was all
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moaned; whether on not it was because he was disappointed or undead... t'was hard to differentiate. But the team of monsters needed professional training if they wanted to win a
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for writing labour without a 'u'. After about three mistakes, they'd get kicked to the curb, sent to America. Now, this may seem like an unusual punishment but in Canada,
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"Yes, I repeat again, they are pretty much imaginary friends for adults." Mr.Green's eyes widened. "Aren't you afraid you'll offend someone, Dr.Klepto?!" The Doctor turned
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I'd leave ammunition in it? I'm a bear, not an idiot. Goldenlocks realized she was standing before her very possible death. 900-pound anthropomorphic bears are deadly when they
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she called me. Was my nickname. But I wouldn't consume them. They were rather unedible, by four-year-old standards.
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let ya get'way wit' this kinda mindlessness." He sat up, wishing his grandfather wasn't such a beloved father figure. You know, no,
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left to the terrible fate of spontaneously combusting on spot. Bamboo was needed NOW. Weapons had to be forged from it, if not then
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identity-- I was a man. The garbageman's jaw dropped. He was in shock. But I didn't care anymore. My days of cross dressing had only begun.
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to Roberto, the local welder. He was into this psychedelic mind crap. Extracting stuff was
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bag of pot. Cigarettes weren't enough these days to calm the nerves. A schoolteacher can only take so much bullshit from the youngsters. So she opened the door and got into
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Cockroaches grew. Multiplying hoarded of the buggers definetly wasn't a good thing, especially with Zilachan at their control. Anpanman grabbed his