Finished Folds (1—15)
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0christ, I'm fuckin sloshed. I'm five pints and a bottle of bucky down and I've got to get home. 'Peter,' Danny says, 'are you okay?' Does it look like I'm okay you fuckin gobshite?
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3solve a murder case." But I knew. The stashes of fascist memorabilia, the private jet, the table, the home on the Cayman Islands? This was the work of one man, and his name is
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8As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into Joseph Stalin.
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3Eventually she picked up. "Your son is now a dog and he just pissed on my leg." Silence. "He's already dead to me," she answered. The line died. Ah, well. I always wanted dog stew.
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2around and walked away, his sullen frame slipping out of the door. His father's obsession with ABBA had gone too far. He needed to do something about it, starting with the piano.
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6metres above the ground, with nothing but the cable protecting me from the concrete below. Actually, that reminded me of the time I went to the circus with my parents and my mum
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3"In Da Club is 'bout how that bitch took my skull," Fiddy answered, clearly wasted off that bottle of Hennessy. He continued. "Ain't no princes or Popes or shit getting past that."
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4Inserting a dollar and turning the lever, out popped out...a James Garfield gallstone! Damn! He craved for an FDR, so much that Dr. Crotchieghrasper would obtain it at any cost...
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4take away chicken korma for each of them except the tall man (he ordered a madrass) as the world, neglected by its so-called saviours, falls apart around them. David realised this,
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6based on three factors: one, you get me beer from the corner shop when I ask, two, you do not look at that kind of smut in our presence, and three, you praise God as we do." Well,
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7As the crowds gathered to watch the fight, Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers and sold the sour savouries to the transfixed testifiers in their totality, however one man
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1Living life in the fast lane? That'd surely make me lose my mind!" "Okay, fuck this," I said before kicking my interrogator in the bollocks. He didn't much like that.
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3d! Slice it open and tell me what you see!" Well, I did just that, and I just saw a load of blood and guts. It was a bit disappointing, so I shoved them in his face and fucked off.
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5"Did you hear what I just said? It's cursed! It will literally kill me! I don't give a damn about the gold straw anymore, I just want you to take this and let me live!"
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4Putting the so-called engine fire to the back of her mind, she looked for something to do. "So where do you want to go in this piece of shit?" "I dunno, Canada?" "Sound. Let's go."