Finished Folds (3861—3880)
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2And that's how Babar met his first wife, Petunia. They split after six months and she took half the kingdom. Babar knew he's made a mistake, but one doesn't argue with a girl's Pa.
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2" Well, I hate to admit it, but Dad was right. The night I checked into my dorm was the night of the Boston Tea Party and no-one had tea for quite some time after that. Except me.
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3But today it would be their last meal in fact, because the ingredients were all so outdated due to the lack of demand all those years. They would order it again in their next life.
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5So I made a peace-sign with my dirty, hippie hand and held it silently at him as I marched out of his office. He called me every name in the book, but at least his chapter was over
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2But the horrible future was only for them. They took so long gathering materials that the hippies had plenty of time to from a drum circle and pound them all to Kingdom Come.
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4-ha-ha'd my way through it, as laughter is supposed to be the best medicine. (It isn't, by the way.) Still, I was glad to have avoided the opiates, since they stop me up like
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2But the students had been able to read his lips. They decided he was totally mad and invited him into a padded room for tea. It would be a very long tea-time for him, indeed.
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5super bad party ring ($only $4.99 plus S & H) to make himself invisible. It didn't work. So Frodo danced around Sauron until Sauron slapped him silly with one stroke of lightening.
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6Of course, the real payback came the next morning when it felt like cinderblocks were dropping on his head regularly and his stomach was twisted inside out. Yet she wasn't sorry.
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3Lieutenant Downer brought out his guitar and sang his famous dirge:"We're all gonna die right now." Sarge and Mushmouth joined in begrudgingly, mostly because they knew the words.
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6lying down on a platter with a plum in his mouth while we shoved him into the oven. Who's a goo' boy, Tom? Who's a goo' boy? You are! With mashed potatoes.
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3was the mode of the day. I sat and contemplated the frog on my plate until finally enlightenment reached me and I knew at last that I was French. Bon apetit.
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4-e work-house where grunts and groans were met with stifled tittering from the balcony where the obscenely rich watched us for entertainment. And that's how I became a star.
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2small price to pay to be able to afford a nicer car and better frozen food. I could even eat the food frozen and it would be cooked by the time it got to my stomach. Win-win.
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3seeping boils. They cleared right up, but the priest was hopping mad about it. So I told him that I was christening my boils at the font and he felt much better and lent me a hand.
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2It was a sure bomb. After harsh reviews and going straight to bargain bin DVDs, it suddenly became a cult classic five years later. My career revived and I lived to see 1072.
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4It was the bald and hideous chinchilla. "Look, Det. Manatee, can you find out why I'm so bald and hideous?" it asked, it's voice crackling from too many cigars the night before.
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5They howled because of the pain in their guts from their hastily devoured meal. I felt sorry for them and brought them some Pepto Bismol, but they chewed my arms off. Dumb hounds.
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4Her mind's eye had become a hideous, winged, tentacled creature that could leap through wormholes in space. Soon her fingers were in knots and the typewriter had melted. Oh woe!
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3desperately trying to find it's way out, too. Once outside, Granny and I took in the clean air like camels at an oasis take in water. Granny fried up some bottom feeders for lunch.