Finished Folds (41—60)
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6knows for sure that this was a waste of my time. In a brusque email, someone with the user name SlimWhitman told me that what I really need is a bonobo. They're cheaper and
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5the pep-pep pepperoni, which is baked with a ten-inch file in the the center, for special deliveries to the state pen. You can't imagine how many sad-eyed fathers or girlfriends
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3across the astral plane to see if I could contact the spirit of the dame George had killed, but all I was receiving was paranormal static. By this point he was sweating like
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5fer. "You call what you do a rock concert?" Lucifer's eyes ate away at Manson's gilded personality. "You're a bigger idiot than I had imagined." Lucifer left Marilyn for more
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5& she still had 4 names to cross from her little black book. It was what seemed like another ice cream and Girls evening when she pulled out a garnet pendant, that was engraved wi
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2"Fine sir!" He charmed the shopkeeper with a crocodile smile. "Those golden loafers are calling my name." The mustachioed clerk blanched. "But those ain't for human feet. They's
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4he'd ambled ahead, his father's heavy footsteps a few yards behind him. "I know you ain't my son no longer." The tundra was instantly colder, as he stopped. "You's a goblin, and
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2Grand-High-Executor of Hellish Traffic drove up in his Grand Wagoneer, and pulled a few traffic cones out. Placing them on the brimstone, he breathed, "Road closed, eternally."
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4passsers-by shouted, "Mutie!" If Professor X could telepathically see me now, I thought to myself. The handcuffs were nothing, I sloughed them off in nanoseconds, but the asphalt
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3your finest Ronald Reagan impression." Slowly putting down the receiver on the table, I turned toward the open window, and shifted my head into a confident wobble. "Well..."
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1s clearly not working. Every Saturday, he'd donned his green gloves and wide-brimmed hat to water the bed where he'd planted the rubbers. But nothing sprouted. He was beginning
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3pipe visibly poking out from one of the violin's f holes. Amidst the audible gasp from the orchestra and audience, the maestro pawed at his stringy hair in a frenzy. "You think I
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7his ex-girlfriend's dining room table, but didn't tell his wife until she had already become quite literally attached to the artificial leg. He'd slept on the couch for weeks.
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8And when shellac-coiffed human cardboard reporters circled the diner for human interest pieces, I put on my best smile and sold the story. The emu burgers. The cassowary pie. All
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3I must confess that I don't really have a law degree." The partners gasped and Councilor Throckmorton's monocle fell into his mug of coffee. "Nepotism got me here, but it could
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3the Duke of Pork. I spat, forcefully, grinning like a madman, as my thick eyelashes beat quickly. His lineage was merely through blood, while my own was cosmic. Spiritual. Magic.
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3twelve on the international Speckler Depression Scale, but clearly less than fifteen. The cartoon faces were sometimes difficult to distinguish from their neighbors. Her trees
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6smothered the sanitized gym decor, like a glimmering ketchup-based sauce atop a baked mixture of ground meats. "There will be no loafing here," howled Arch-Trainer Allana, her cri
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3inform the magistrate that I shall not be attending the soiree tonight. I shall have to pay tribute to his latest suspicious diplomatic victory at some other juncture." Bates nod
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2"Give that back!" She reached for her prosthetic hand, but by this time, her erstwhile "gentleman caller" was wearing her plastic right hand on his head, smiling as if he was ste