Finished Folds (141—160)
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4haven't faced up to, yet. How long would their audiences think they were cute, now that Burt's polyester nose was fraying, and Ernie's gut is peeking out from under his sweater?
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2predicament for someone who worries about his size, as Dean-o does. "Microscopic" was completely unacceptable to him, but being a wereamoeba, he had no choice. He rued the day that
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3and a lifetime supply of powdered wine, to which, being French, Boingeaux turned up his red rubber nose. He had assumed that the planet would be more romantic, but instead it was
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2Does it matter? Maybe David Lynch was using me in his dream to represent the loneliness in the mind of every person. Either way, I had better the hell get paid. The catered lunch
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1the guy behind the butcher's counter, whose eyes were as red as his apron. "I want pepperoni," I repeated to him, but all he did was giggle and point to his pants. The Oreo aisle
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4but no-one was really interested in either Kelsey's or Rob's buns, no matter how much butter was smeared on them. When Betty Crocker showed up wrapped in cellophane, the screen
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1managed to break into my cache and stole my watermelon. I found him by the roadside, his thick glasses coated with the sweet juice. "Stephen King!" I shouted, "just because you are
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2the edge and into the canal. I could see his fine figure, still saluting, shrink into the distance as the sturgeon, which had caught on my cuff link, dragged me out toward the sea.
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4DNA. "Oye," muttered Boychik, "these are definitely polyester genes. Tacky." He pushed away from the microscope and peered out the window. The robots were zapping some poor schmuck
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3"Pardon me," said Bavarian Cody, "I just love chocolate milk, even though it gives me gas." Sanusky Sally nodded and made her way quickly to the kitchen, where she escaped out of
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2But a stubborn tuft of Doc Brown's hair got caught outside of the DeLorean as it took off into the future, and fluttered to the ground where I stood. Was the Doc to be bald in the
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3aloft on this soft, summer night. Cupid shot his bow through the hearts of Pitch and Coo, and prepared his deep-fryer for some tender, loving nuggets. But the owl swooped in before
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2To crawl, yes, or to rise up off your knees and stride into a new day, possibly hitting your head on the low ceiling. The bell has tolled, and now you must decide if you have the
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1raunchy sea shanty before it flew into a wall, causing a fatal concussion. It wasn't may fault! So I took the parrot back to the pet store for a refund, but the stupid clerk
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3loo. Bucket 25: the movie star's exact claimed age. Bucket 26: Hand it over Ma, the fire's almost out. Bucket 27: too late, it's gone to Heaven. Bucket 28: We sealed its fate.
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3"Flea my friend," Tick began as he reached over to clasp Flea's tiny shoulder, but before he knew it, Flea had fled. Tick was ticked. He had planned to suck the blood from Flea's
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3I realized then that his cyber bullying had become physical bullying, and that I had to get out of the chat room, so to speak. With one hand to my slapped face, I fled into the
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3So I attempted to put the angry flames out with my cool, clear thoughts. The anger was so intense that it made my river boil, but I knew I had to keep dousing it without becoming
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1But no amount of scrubbing could remove the offending words from between the keys. I finally had to throw that laptop out. It cursed repeatedly as the trash truck hauled it away.
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2seemed to be both dancing the frug and goose-stepping as he crossed the piazza to where the bass pouted up from the small window in the foundation. "What do you call that move?"