Finished Folds (1—20)
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1his new jambalaya recipe. It was so much better with his new sausage, he mused, chomping a Johnson as he stirred the pot. Now what to do with the bodies ...
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5and the barbecue sauce was perfect. Very quickly all was forgiven, and we sat around the campfire, nibbling roasted mouse bits and singing songs till the wee hours. At long last,
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4I headed downtown, to a certain dive where I knew I'd find them. Sure enough, Big Frank and Willie Mo were propping up the bar, already a dozen beers in. "Hey fellas, next round is
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3an endless version of "Dark Star," and to his chagrin, the hipsters began ironically appreciating it. "The Dead are sooooo underrated," said a guy in ladies size 0 jeans and Chucks
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4set upon by countless zombies, who quickly devoured her. She had sacrificed herself to ensure that we could fix the Mystery Machine and escape the creatures. We would miss Velma.
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7and Libby and I lived happily amongst the windmills and elderly Dutch folk, who never batted an eye at my robosexual relationship. Life was perfect, it seemed, but then
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3"It looks as though you've soiled your suit, my boy," he hissed, pulling down my lower lip with his index finger. I stood motionless as the urine dripped slowly into my shoes.
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5The incessant ticking of the hospital clock was maddening. Especially because the second hand would sometimes have a slight hitch, likely due to a dying battery. Craig could take
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4It was doomed from the start. He liked Joy Division and Nick Cave, she liked Celine Dion and Susan Boyle. I'm not gonna say someone was right and someone was wrong, but, well,
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4"Let's see if you have time for more wry quips after this!" the chef yelled, quickly whipping up another serving of roast beef packed with nitroglycerin and hurling it at my head.
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3"Oh, we have a stubborn one here, don't we?" said Jitters, manically twisting the squirting flower in his chest pocket. He honked his red nose, and instantly the room filled with
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2Once upon a time, there was -- oh fuck it. B'CHUGERROTH!!!!!!!!!!!
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4The year: 2165. The place: The Andromeda Galaxy. There, in his massive star cruiser, the 12th incarnation of B'chugerroth, Eternal Guardian of the Dark Flame, plotted his return
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4The stench permeated the entire cave. There was no mistaking it, we had reached the lair of evil incarnate, death given mortal form -- B'chugerroth, lawgiver and master of the void
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5The doctor was arrogant. "B'chugerroth? These are old wives' tales, Katelyn," he sniffed. "There's no demon here. Just old superstitions that die hard." But the wind told otherwise
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1muttered the secret incantation known only to the monks of my order. The only one who could dispel the Mustard Demon was - B'chugerroth, He Who Walks Where No Mortal May Tread.
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2B'chuggeroth - the name strikes fear into even the most stout-hearted of men. The townsfolk had long told tales of the dread lord of damned souls, telling children he'd take them
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2Well, it all started the day Pudgy the poodle fell into the open manhole. I mean, the dog wasn't that bright, but this was a new low. He was chasing his tail when he took a step
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4It was surprisingly bland, I thought as I took my first tentative bite of human flesh. Steve had breathed his last only a week ago, but it seemed like he'd been gone forever.
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2"No, seriously, I can't believe it's not butter!" I said, scooping another dollop onto my slice of bread. Stephanie rolled her eyes. "That's because it's not," she sighed.