Finished Folds (21—40)
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1thinking about gnomes reeeellllll hard. Gnomes did the trick every time. I used to have better luck with midget strippers, but that got boring. Just another day at the office. Now
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2the grocery isle. She decided to take her chances with the bean and weenies. Been a long time since she treated herself. Today was a special day. "Ok now I need some White Rain and
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3Or perhaps it will linger on for an additional 10. Or 20? Who knows about the quality of flame retardant notecards purchased from the Kum and Go located on Rt. 5 just south of that
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2Sadly he didn't believe me and thought you could still get reliable information. Silly boy. So, I sat back and watched him attempt to Wiki his way to a passing grade in gym
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3I will join you" I said as I popped the last peep chick in my mouth. As the red dye number (hell who can count that high?) I finally understood what all of the fuss was about and I
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2"David can be such a pussy sometimes, but what he lacks in fashion risks he more than makes up for with his impressive list of break dancing contacts." He mused
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2is exactly what the Republican party needs right now; a good dose of good old fashioned twirls and hair flip combos.
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4decided to move to Duluth or El Paso; didn't matter. She just wanted to be in a place where she could be herself and pursue her passion for decopage and karaoke while doodling with
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2Disco balls are really the ultimate accessory. They are so versatile and really do snazz up any outfit. Too bad my boss seems to think they are a perfect substitute for a nice set
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2Disco balls are really the ultimate accessory. They are so versatile and really do snazz up any outfit. Too bad my boss seems to think they are a perfect substitute for a nice set
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6I turned around and noticed the cushion was, at least, 10 shades lighter. What the hell was in that milkshake? Doritios, had to be. That is the only substance known to man that
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2In a van, under the bridge. Down by the river. It was in the groupie whore code of ethics; page 110, Section 2 G, Paragraph 6 "Acceptable Locations for canine/human copulation"
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0that I realized I was a ghost of my former self. How did it come to this? I had sunk to a new low. And I was leaking ectoplasm which has resulted in my inability to spell correctly
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4"WHY GOD WHY?" Little Jerry whailed as the realization set in. He was wrong. Dead wrong. There IS reincarnation and he is now a burka wearing lesbian married to a
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7On a good day he felt tall. So tall that he could almost just reach the top; today was not that day. He realized what was going on; cheetos weren't doing it any more.
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4She was livid. How could he use THAT red shirt? It was her mother's. Wait, how did he find it? She hid it carefully behind the
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3how I was the first to open this box. I know this could get me killed. Opening and polishing off an entire sleeve of thin mints other than your own is a hangin' offense here in
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0and passed out somewhere between Lima, Peru (not to be confused with Aunt Pru who lives in Boliva with her 3 cats, 2 goats and a chicken) and Tijuana. Man who doesn't love a beer
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4Oh yes the tricycle. What was I going to do about the tricycle? It must be dealt with. I can't just leave it lying around for the neighbor's dog to keep peeing on like some
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2"hell no! I know what you put in that shit and it just ain't right. Even Friar Tuck wouldn't eat THAT and I've seen him eat tons of crazy shit. Like that time we went down to