Finished Folds (101—120)
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3sandwich shop. I called it, "American Sands" - which caused no end of confusion. I basically practice Cantonese and flip grilled cheese all day, but I've never been happier. Amen.
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3Exhaustive investigations were conducted for no less than ten years without any leads into the murders. Then, one misty day in April of 1967, Ben Braddock learned about Plastics.
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0nadvertently mentioned she was feeling a bit peckish and fancied some McD's fries. Far be it for me to deny her that right. Just as we pulled in to the parking lot, my to world's c
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4is at the mound. (Barsoomian pitchers are known for their Graviton Slice balls: gravitationally seductive and metaphysically impossible. One G.S. from them and it's a miss and a sw
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3cacophony of screams, followed by an ungodly crunch of twisted metal meeting concrete. Then silence. "Uncle Frank!" Felicia cried. Dropping her phone, she ran in blind horror to th
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6onocled nanny, whilst roughly adjusting little Jimmy's outfit to more properly represent their constituency.
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7reverie, having just oiled a mushroom to death. I was suddenly aware of the potential among my vegetable friends. We were not just food for thought, we were an army! And so began
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3"Mexico?" I said. "No, Canada actually," the manager replied. Serves me right to assume. Well, no time to lose, I thought, grabbing up whatever office supplies I could steal and dr
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3Once sinewy with muscle, I had fallen into the usual malaise and subsequent marshmallowness of age. But hell with that. Too long had I fought these dark entities. I was not about t
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4Even the cat would jolt awake in shock, surveying the room for whatever foul beast was raping her nostrils. Terrified and unsure, Buttons usually ran out of the room and hid under
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5"I ain't going 'cross there!" complained the girl. THWAP! The witch gave in and smacked her hard, leaving imprints from her rings in her cheek. "Now GET to crossin'!" She yelled at
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3you didn't do your chores, one of which is to clean out the guns." She looked at her son in disdain. "I mean, last week my Mac 10. SKS-90 and AK47 were filthy! I could barely kill
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3"Ah, rrrrusted!" Kate complained, throwing it into the bin. Michael Stipe glared at her for wasting food but kept being shiny and happy regardless. "Hey!" said Kate. "everybody hur
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4echo was deafening. What could it be? She dared not speak as she turned her head back, watching the sun go down over the horizon, cloaking the heart's remains in shadow. Her t
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4she has a particular habit of writing lengthy diatribes about endangered or sometimes simply threatened species. The Panda was no different. Linda had scribed her tome entirely
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2It isn't the iron taste in the blood that satisfies, nor the visceral shock one feels plunging through the loins, it was more...much more. It was grace.
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2a sexual harassment awareness course when Kevin Spacey announced he would be reprising the lead role in "Iceman..." Miss Brooks was not amused, but kept her opinion to herself.
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3dog's barking..." Silence. The squid continued, "Eh, tough crowd here, huh? I'm glad I came prepared for battle - you know, 'cause I'm well-armed." Crickets. "GET OFF THE STAGE!"
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4-nly caveat being the small daily annoyance of my mandatory new roommate, Robin Leach, screaming out prices of things. "FIFTY THOUSAND DOLLARS! AND I DON'T KNOW WHY! HOW DECADENT!"
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5husky hello. Scared half out of my wits, I waved at the foreboding beast. To my amazement, not only did the gorilla wave back, he cocked his hip and hit a tamborine on it. "Ole!" h