Finished Folds (21—29)

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  Holiday break would be crap. After all the hard work of gathering the virgins, you return to your white-collar job. That simply isn't a fair thing.

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  2013-12-29 22:56:48

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  left, following the rope to America, land of McDonald's. Fortune cookies shant be

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  2013-12-29 22:50:01

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  Writing poetry on people's assholes might not seem like a good concept at first, but when one realizes the exposure they'll get for it-- hey, it's a done deal with the devil. So I

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  2013-12-29 22:48:01

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  I had breasts, I could bribe the polo without question in a heartbeat. Maybe I will become a women; sex changes are only

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  2013-12-29 22:45:42

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  broke through the back door. I was cuffed and sent behind bars for a good twenty years. Yay.

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  2013-12-29 22:42:32

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  catch us. They succeeded, flaunting their arms. Let me tell you, the brothel is not to be messed with. In present day, I'm missing ten toes, simply because of my foolish mistake.

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  2013-12-29 22:39:00

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  raise our taxes and impale our children.

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  2013-12-29 22:33:43

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  "I hate children... I HATE CHILDREN!" I moaned. Child labour is something men don't have to go through, lucky for them. The father would go to hell in due time. In due time.

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  2013-12-29 22:29:19

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  The frustrated butcher knicked Tommy by his shirt's collar. The child gagged. "You won't learn your lesson, will ya kid?" he threatened. The doors to the white van opened.

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  2013-12-29 22:25:43