Finished Folds (21—40)
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8door. Ted spied out of the window blinds to see who it was. There was a line of people wrapped around the building. Reluctantly, Rose and Will began to open the door knowing wha
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3were validated. The best candidate had a 15-page section describing the most banal hobbies known to man on his CV. However, the need for his experience slaying monsters outweighe
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3as he could, but it was no use. His Life Alert was out of reach. Was this the end? Was Phil to die alone lying next to his colostomy bag and its contents at the bottom of the st
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1Or that massive hit off of the huka bowl. Was that really tobacco? I could get used to this place. Anyway, check out the ambassador dancing around in flames. I thought they onl
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0She spoke those words at the same moment that I plunged the knife deep into her breast and whispered in her ear, "Shhh... don't cry, grans, just take your medicine". The irony
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7Or is it rather stone that is set in fate? In that case, could it be that fate is the death of all warriors? Or even that warriors are the death of fate? Sometimes I ponder
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5It's probably because 'Monday' is derived from the ancient Greek god Mon, who was a total jerk to his subordinates. He would always force them to write redundant reports on
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2it's nearly impossible to hear her when she stuffs her mouth full of moth balls. So, unable to hear my mother's warning, I aimlessly wander into the pub. To my surprise,
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0then it probably means I'm dead... or playing dead... or just playing possum... or undead goat... or sexual rabbit. Anyway, I'll be at the party, even if I'm dressed as a woman
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0there really was no movie theater in the near proximity. It was a sophisticated ploy, like a razor blade in a candy apple on Halloween. It would not end well.
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2fight to the death. Mr. Sandman, dressed in a hazmat suit, held aloft his brand new Dunnes Stores aluminium strainer. "It works on pasta, certainly it will work on feces", he thoug
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3demanded, "and by 'private' I mean...". He began to pull down his pants when suddenly his chest exploded scattering internal organs into the faces of the soldiers. The banana gun
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1What good would a heart have done him in the first place? He was a walking, talking oil can for God's sake. He didn't need a heart to oil hinges and whatever else Swedish pervert
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1es that crazy kid over there who can't keep his hands out of his pants or stop them from moving in a rhythmical fashion while he moans deeply. That child needs a good kick up the
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2me. Chett looked down, drooling slowly onto her head, then gently rubbing it into her tattered hair like a saliva shampoo. "Yes, it's me darling" Chett said in a seductive voice.
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5Seer. For she knew well that if that were to happen the present reality would begin to split and the beasts of the netherworld would be unleashed upon all humanity in one fell
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5on a dirty napkin and begin to recite Homer's "Odyssey" in an obnoxiously shrill voice at such a high pitch my windows shatter. Then I stare directly into her eyes and begin to
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2He nearly drowned though he managed to paddle to shore. He was drunk... again... and if it weren't for the sea water soaking through his clothes, one could easily spot the large
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4rip his eyeballs out and grind on them for a delicious treat. Shocked, the man lurched back and squealed in an annoying voice, "Gah! That is why I despite wretched bald mongrels
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4and the small child of an unsuspecting alien caught the spinning tablet in the vacuum of space. Due to his advanced level of intelligence, he became immediately addicted to it.