Finished Folds (181—200)
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6have, like doing drugs and selling headphones. Wolf's stardom got him a cover story and steamy centerfold in Rolling Stone, yet on the rails he stayed. His human diva packmates
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6-th Natty Ice. It wasn't so much a buzz as a steady thump of garbage. She felled a trapezist by teetering into a support beam. Her ringmaster put his hands on his hips, a bad omen.
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3her diet of high-end toner was cut from the budget. The (fired) Office Unicorn got herself plenty of toner with moochtastic food stamps. Sales Rep Geisha took on Unicorn's workload
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5of my tea and leave influenzal lipstick on the glass. Yes, then the busboy will get sick, and he touches other dishes too. I try this in every town with an anti-vaccine groundswell
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2will of our own?" The ant replied, "Do you think I want to carry heavy junk? We are but dust and shadow, of movers primordial, and - ow, my thorax." The butterfly read aloud from
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3race warfare, and I couldn't pick a grape to bankroll. When I think grape juice, I think purple, but green complements my kitchen. I airdropped some white grapes for the green army
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13Russia smile onto his Chile stare? "Canada ila Lama get some Serbice? DidJa pan fry the Turkey?" He's Hungary, I'm Ghana Cuba cheese wheel for him. Peruse that Syriaous cookbook
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2Giraffes, like all herbivores and vegetarians, personify their food during consumption. It's the thrill of utterly dominating a quasi-conscious being that spices up gross leaves or
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3He fired up the 1960's slide projector and showed us bar graphs that ranked his angers. One slide had a clip art man with angry eyebrows. Tenure does this to people. I took notes
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6A high school anatomy class hired me. I orbited students like Io, poking my adipose tissue and other insides-turned-outsides. Now that I was pretty on the inside, I adopted a strut
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7, but I'll be whatever your mind wants me to be. I could have a secret identity or act demure as all get-out. ...Huh? You just want me to fax my TPS report? That's women's work, go
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9/ I'm too sexy for my LAN, / Too sexy for my LAN, / New York, and Japan. / I'm too sexy for my fold, / Too sexy for my fold. / Fold's going to pass me.
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3switched on the targeting computer. The voice of his dead F-17 sensei echoed in his head. "Jack, let go. Trust your instincts." Jack switched it off and fired, hitting a comrade
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5Spice World." *clap clap golf-clap* "The Oscar for best implementation of Unified Field Theory goes to.. The Brave Little Toaster." Toaster waddled to the stage with Blanky in tow.
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4"Technically this IS kidnapping, second degree thus far," argued the girl. The hooded kidnapper said, "You make me sicker than a spinning teacup, but my husband, Mickey, wants you
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1have infinite PBJ's." The genie crossed his arms. "Human, the easiness of the challenge has led to wish inflation. People are in line to spend 8 wishes on a loaf of bread." I sued
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3ing, not another loggy military base. This is base 10, Ms. Beaverly. Please honor my request for a natural log cabin - homey, aseptic, an inflammable waiting room, no nukes."
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9Dog was enraged. Rather than lift a hind leg and flood the world, Dog issued some commandments, like "Thou shalt have no other best friends before Me." Sesom descended Mount Ianis
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1went the timer at the fantasy football draft. He couldn't focus with all this life happening around him. Luckily, his daughters knew nothing of red or blue wires, so their present
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6"Dickinson naked / A dermal heap / Gallons of eye bleach / Before I sleep." Frost dropped the mic and found a corner to be old in. Gertrude Stein would slam poetry next.