Finished Folds (21—40)
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3Yet, once I got my swerve on, weapon unholstered, prayers prayed, taxes paid, I let loose. Duck.
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5the rest of them were bent on total annihilation, well total annihilation or Wall Street. But lo, after attempting to destroy our financial system the orangutan's inadvertently
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5suit of armor made of carefully crafted Spam tins and has a penchant for oil spills and disaster movies. I never liked the guy. Spam? Are you kidding me?
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4I'd kill that bastard for selling me this acid. What was I thinking? I tried to keep it together staring at the head of the student in front of me the whole room melting, Albano
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7ike veins in the pterodactyl's neck, Triassic blood spurting about the room. "Be still winged friend" chimed Jehovah, "I'm attempting to recreate you as a higher creature."
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1only to find the chipper already in use masticating the remnants of what appeared to be some type of phallic, fury, umm... I know this sounds ridiculous but nonetheless contained
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2dropped trou and just pissed on the fell creature. The results were immediate, no matter how contrary, no matter how malign, piss is piss and I let the bastard have it.
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1Anti-Mime for very short installments yelling things like, "I'M IN A FUCKING BOX MORON, GOD!" This of course had dastardly impacts on the tips. Regardless he pressed on using his
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2Once decoded it read, "A container of milk, a loaf of bread, and a stick of butter." She couldn't help but shudder at the thought of those simian creatures, the hands up the rears
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3The Arch-Alien Captain Xanaxahandjob took it all in deeming us weak from our lack of quality programing. We however were fortunate that imbedded within the final episode of Bonanza
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2into the glistening pool of mercury below. The vapors smelled like that time Terri got with that dirty girl... Shit man think straight for the love of skillfully organized
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7and sauntered about the space paying no heed to the recalcitrant panda watching every step from the window. The panda shouldered his M-24 and let one slip, Will shit himself.
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3..."It's just, I'm warm blooded and scaly lesbians simply won't do no matter how many piercings you have." This goes to show you, lesbians are hot, unless they lay eggs. T H E_END!
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2The whistle sounded and the band turned inwards to the rapid fire staccato of the snare drums and the rhythmic crash of the cymbal. They formed up like Voltron
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5the Kama Sutra using plush toys and a garden hose. What did it matter anyway? In three hours the lightning would strike turning that stupid corpse back into grim animation. The
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5My thing however is you can wear all the black you want BUT if your fat you should at least be nice or have a marketable skill like juggling or possibly welding. She was neither
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4his little red corvette until he realized that a wildebeest had jacked him, again. Bah, what's the difference he thought as he loaded another gerbil securely into the tube lubrica
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6miasma in a tri-cosmic, semiorgasmic, small bang, pan-dimensional flexing of its ancient, star filled vagina. That's right V A G I N A!
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4pointing their tridents at me and looking generally perturbed. Blast, how do I always get myself into these situations. I went deep, Nemo deep, no longer caring about myself just
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4fistful of monopoly money to stuff into your shirt as you stand shivering on a train platform just to stay warm. Either way, that parachute was likely packed by some buffoon anyhow