Finished Folds (241—260)
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4They'd report that his lemonade prices robbed them of their hard-earned money: "$1 per glass? I'll take my business to China." That crying chick trapped in his basement was thirsty
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5to a string theorist, whose string was frayed beyond use. "I can't tie the knot with this, but I can't tie a noose either, so that's cool," he said. The couple settled by a quasar
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2flames from hyperspontaneity and a high BAC. "Quick, Fred, the prose chaser, the prose chaser!" Bob yelled. Prose is the grape juice to poetry's wine, but the flames grew anyway.
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6ate his ravioli. He said, "Lemme taste/My tomato paste," and we tried out depraved acts unholy. The bough broke under me and Chef Boyardee o'er the Mediterranean Sea (verily), but
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2mate, Mr. Shrew, funded their campaign with cash from land developer ants. Soon everyone would live in anthill-ian pyramids emblazoned with Mr. Fox's fluffy visage. "FoxShrew2016!"
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13was Sonic the Hedgehog, whose tryst with Edward Cullen sparked a flame war in the comments. VampStamp69 posited that Edward was not the "friggin queermo" my fanfic claimed. Others
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4Question: Are nobles born with fancy hats and scepters in tow? I am but a denizen of Plebeshire, but I wonder what makes nobles so special. My son was born with a hat-shaped growth
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3Ooh, another reason to buy a new hover ballista. My last one kind of floated off (sorry about that, Flight 62, RIP). I'll use the Visa points to fund >NAME REDACTED<'s Vigilantes
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2"I can make good soup with anything," my hubby said. I pfft-ed and scribed more plans for world domination. He swiped my notes and threw them into the pot. The broth gurgled evilly
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5An invisible hand tapped my shoulder. "If you're feeling down, buy stuff," it spake. Come to think of it, my wad of numbered paper was way less gratifying than a burrito. The Hand
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33"Nah, just a new nightie for mother." [Enter boutique owner] "Mr. Bates, this chic nightie just screams "Miami Vice." [Exeunt common and fashion sense] "Does blood wash out of it?"
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5Yoshi Perv said, "The chicks here weigh 70 lbs., 80 of those lbs. being boobs." "Abnormal boobage causes back pain. I can't stand for this." A schoolgirl lassoed me with a tentacle
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2Stella emptied the watering can on her chrysanthemums; concurrently, a heavy rain fell. "Ugh, I hate when Mother Nature one-ups me," Stella thought. She revved up the power washer
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3Aristocrats from all around gathered in Kensington Hall to determine whose china was gleamiest. Madam Paddingston set her chip-and-dip serving china on the judging table. Gasps of
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6Worse yet, zombies hog the motorized shopping carts, "walking dead" my ass. I plotted my path with my Grocery GPS app. Estimated distance..[calculating]... 0.7 miles? I crossed off
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3Mormons knocked on the door. Mom-mom said, "You, go talk to them. Pop'll sneak around behind 'em with a slingshot." I begged, "Make me not your sacrificial lamb," and hid under
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9[having strong hands blows]. Johnny Tremain synopsis [Working on Sunday de-hands you; Revolutionary War happened]. The Lorax synopsis [Buy a hybrid or whatever]. Catch-22 synopsis
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7but my husband doesn't appreciate me. He thinks I'm encroaching on his Mr. Mom turf. "Let's have an Iron Chef showdown for domestic supremacy, NOW," he said. Round 1: Gastropods.
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2and chives and scallions, and teach the poop deck-hands the difference." Yes, they'd dine on medium-well Charlie tonight. Pearl would make food or foodies of this motley lot before
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6let the billowy waves of hippo taste thrash about your tongue. As the non-fresh water-ness fills you, buy my hippo loaf. Oui, it's like fruitcake with les different ingredients