Finished Folds (3121—3140)
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3really made the place a lateral movement. Still, I hated the books to death, so finding a damn way out was my first priority. Why the hell was it "Middle" Earth anyway? It smelt
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2he continued to wrap raw bacon around his...um...man's area...while he was out in the yard grilling. He didn't even have a need to prepare all these pork flanks. He just wanted to
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2hell did he mean to go in the first place? Too bad all the bookstores are gone now. Can't find a book in any of the malls. Didn't expect that change so soon. Not in 2011 at least.
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4He would take a dump on the don's car. This was why I hated criminals and revenge. It was always so peurile. Always so crude. Always so boorish. So infantile. So...
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1busy in the toilet--sorry, loo--and thereby preoccupied. Every time without fail he uses the bathroom. And not just to wash his hands after eating, either. But I too felt the
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3, nearly tripping over my feet. The strange bumpy tank-like creatures had no trouble navigating the uneven road surface. "EXTERMINATE," they screamed. My only chance was to dive
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3"I can't crawl under now it's gone all hot and fiery, can I!" piped the sarcastic man with the nice English accent. He came off a bit whiny, but damnit, he did have a point. What
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1to flare up my hemorrhoids. But back to then. My beak sustained an injury and couldn't close properly. My feathered friend chauffered me on his bike to the clinic with due haste
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1his backmasked speech for the talking Ken doll production. "Lla uoy evol I tub tuo hsal I." With his deed done, the grim reaper-LARPer moseyed on out of the recording studio to
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2they consented to let Supernatural use their song for the theme to announce their season finales. Still, here and now, she was having trouble feeling grateful, so she was offered
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3more of his midget friends came at me. I wondered why they looked so familiar. It was like there were only the same twenty or so elves working this damn operation. Fuck the shoes
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2"Oh shit, not one of these again," he rasped. "Fuck Santa's wife one too many times and this shit happens." The tiny voice on his ear begged for mercy. Perched there was a small
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4"Don't tell me to shut the fuck up, you filthy dirty hippie! I'm goddamn Bill O'Reilly, so piss off and go get trippy!" Well, how was I supposed to react to such abuse? I had to
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0and Maxwell and his Roundheads promptly jumped the caddy and tore him to pieces. Hoisting my golfbag on my shoulder, I vacated the swamp as fast as could be, finding me way to the
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5drop off of the trees, strange fruit as it were. Really strange fruit. I thought Pickles might like to eat it, I tried a bite and it was alright, so I brought the strange fruit
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3There I was, stifling my sobs into heavy breathes with my forehead against the exterior glass of the sphere. The door wooshed open behind me, and I turned hear it: "EXTERMINATE!"
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3he was never really a happy dude to begin with, y'all know wut ah'm sayin'? Peace, yo, chill, dawg. So dat insane asylum haunted the disc jockey way up until the time of his
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3no loss of human life, but severe structural damage. Stadium seats, bucked from their support, crashed downwards in massive wood splinters and metal onto the bus. The noise was
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3them clean in half as I chomped on the flavorless and far too chewy chocolate within. Still, it got the jobs jobs done, I must say. After partaking of this lackluster sustenance,
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2the voice squeaked horribly from the loudspeaker. "Uh, no, it's me. The talking caribou. May I come in?" Tokens of good intent in hand, the apartment door buzzed open, and I