Finished Folds (1—11)
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4thats what happened in my preceeding two adventures. I am therefore quietly confident or survival although worried about Doc in my whiney way. That broad has his melon flipped
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2her latin love machine from the local gym. Oh she yearned for the day she could tear off his lycra cycling shorts in the privacy of their own love nest. If only they could ditch
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2enough to go seeking some Mel Gibson-esque payback. My only concern is around the changing of my Catheter, a painful process but as they say "No pain
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3a penchant for teenage microbiology students. I can't lie, the thought of him marking my essay whilst casually whipping my rump with a microscope drives me nuts. Earlier that day I
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1laughs longest. He who dares wins. A rolling stone gathers moss. I paused, I liked that last one! Focus and clarity returned to me. I looked again at the caption competition
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5So head held high she hit the sidewalk, pounding the street to her usual haunt. She knew deep in her heart that this town loved a cross dressing Tito Jackson lookalike hooker.
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5I'd been a detective 23 years and I was tired, dog tired. Ground in stains on my trenchcoat mapped the sleaze of the city I'd drowned in too long. Deep down I craved to strip off
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3I wanted to finish the novel I'd started over 15 years ago. It started as an homage to the beat generation writers, but morphed to a sci-fi/romcom set it 3067. LSD saw me through
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3nostrils. In fact any office stationary items I could get my hands on would do the job. I was addicted, a dirty secret I protected vigorously from my colleagues. Even my boss
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24th Gin & Tonic. The room began to swim violently, colours crossing my vision like the experience of riding a fast fairground ride. I barely noticed my head slumping to
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3out my favourite Barry White LP. Man it felt good to sway around the lounge to the sweet sounds of Can't Get Enough Of Your Love, Babe