Finished Folds (1—20)
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4, as the saying goes, "splintered his boom". He reached for the pitcher of Tom Collins to soothe his throbbing member but - alas! - scurvy set in before he could
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2in the process: but they just didn't understand. He knew now that he was destined to fulfill the prophecies of Grandmaster Agatston, to become the One True Thinling, and to use his
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3were lined up against the wall, their wooden curves bathed in pure light. "I know what I must do," sighed our shepherd-hero Shadow. "By the shanks of Dolly, I vow that I will
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3Winky blushed, slowly lowered his head. "I...don't want to talk about it." Intervening on his behalf, his sponsor Baby-Sun whispered that "we've all done things to score a fix."
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5...slimy. "Is this...? Do you use this to...?" But my acquaintance offered no reply; instead, he jumped from his chair and crammed overflowing spoonfuls of jam into his mouth, his
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3"Well, gawsh," I muttered. "Something about the jellyfish mishap the other day? Seriously, I thought that's what you're supposed to do..." As a faint whiff of urine rose from his
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4-tist's study. To his dismay, the case was filled not with guns, but with gun-sized tubes of Crest Tartar Control with Breath Fresh Strips. "For the love of God!" he screamed, "Why
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0Hearing this, the man began walking towards some unseen place, or rather, towards no particular place at all. The townsfolk, understandably, never bothered to follow.
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1of the barn where Ryan (whose nose was filled with more white stuff than a snow globe) stepped on it. The bird was later discovered to be Michael Scott in costume. ~Fin
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2a truly delicious non-alcoholic beer: it was the stuff of legends, in that it was impossible for the travelers to find. Parched and cranky, the group returned whence it came. ~Fin
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1To boot, Blane and his pals claimed to have a rare form of cancer, which could only be assuaged by the finest caviar served in edible Faberge eggs. How could men be so bold as to
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2the door tentatively. "The man who called was an E. Spitzer," said the head prostitute, "But I know this house all too well..." Just then, who should open the door but
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3my opponent hadn't picked up a jar of mayo. "You win," I blurted. "Anything but conformity." Fixing my thin-rim glasses, I tossed my turkey sandwich into the compost heap.
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3they could be returned to the brainstems of their masters, were they belonged. However, the pawns, seeing a fracture in the monarchy's stability, deferred to Marxist tactics. But
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5make them seem more lifelike; "relieving stress" with Inflation Boards was one such mannerism. "Borg 11347 has achieved inner peace...unfortunately, 11347 has discovered
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3my empty trophy shelf. "Boy, Karen, you know how to hurt a man. You see me as a failure, don't you?" "Ten years and you've never won a single game. You ARE a failure. Besides,
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2where neatly coiffed businessman and rip-rearin' politician Donald Trump was cast to play Samantha's lover, Mr. Big. As for the talking dog and the doodle boy,
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6subdue my super powers. "Damned trees!" I screamed. "Why did you have to talk to ME?" The oak in the corner looked concerned. "I thought you liked our conversations. The one about
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3He was a street-smart poet: craning his neck, Dante peered into the gaping earth."So, that's it?" he said. "You should see my 'hood. You can't walk ten feet without
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7the men dry their goop-laden hair beneath roaring fans, because their insatiable hunger left them unctuous. But, then again, this is to be expected in a bee colony. "Quickly! Queen