Finished Folds (361—380)
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4I tried to cheer myself up. As Told By Scrotum usually did, but this time I was inconsolable. Was he okay? And how could NASA let this happen again?
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4I made it there by nightfall, catching the eye of a native Aussie lass from betwixt the leaves of a potted leafy plant. "Smoking or non-smoking?" She asked vacantly.
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6"Who's the guy who invented work? I oughta punch him in the butt." Our anti-hero slurred angrily as he tripped out of bed.
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9"We just got that... upholstered." He growled, teeth clenched as he impatiently nursed his sound-effect worthy knuckles. "Honey, " his wife pleaded, "Sigmund was just helping me
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5it was the only way she'd be able to restart Earth's heartbeat. Skydiving out of a merchant plane, she landed in the approximate location where museum curators claimed it was taken
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4...anywho, I sensed there was trouble so I came to the rescue, m'boy. Where's the fire?" The prepubescent teen attempted a nonchalant pose, "I, uh... I want to ask Betty to prom."
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5His cardiovascular system. It was a shot to the heart, with only himself to blame. Our fatal dance patterns gave love a bad name.
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7from of my pant legs. "You're back on peas? I thought you quit." She pushed me into a locker and ran away crying. I didn't want to hurt anyone, I just wanted world peas.
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5spread to the rest of the city. He told me I had 24 hours to cure myself, and even he knew of no antidote. BBO originated the invention of the wheel. Scholars thought it died out,
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4The four wore matching boas, and twirled them in unison. "YAH!" Next thing you know, he had joined the Psychedelic Boas on a Rock Polka Glam Metal tour with Tori Amos.
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7you've got to make it past first grade. That's where the real shit happens." Then he crawled away, dragging his teddy with him. What a guy, I thought to myself. A real man's man.
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4"Jerry, I think we've got our man--- er, baby." "Shyster, I thought we talked about this. That part of our relationship is over." "NO I mean, I think I have my new bodyguard!!"
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2I stopped dead in my tracks. "Yes?" I hesitantly offered. "Do you know the time, ssssir?" Bewildered, I
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5comb his hair, say his bedtime prayers, and eat his vegetables at dinner. This was all a big misunderstanding, that was all. His dental hygienist and his mom just didn't understand
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3which lead into a clearing, a meadow of sorts filled with wildflowers and tall grasses. We didn't want to go home just yet because Coach'd still be mad we bailed on the game, so we
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6I just wanted to say, that I'd noticed you around town, and would love to get to know you more. Let's paint the town red sometime! Yours truly, Yurick."
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5Head reeling, he watched her slumped figure disappear into nothingness. "Could it be?" He thought to himself, almost laughing at how ridiculous his explanation was for what he saw.
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4He'd always lived for the little things in life: letting his dog shit in someone else's yard, putting perishable items where they'd surely perish when shopping. But he never though
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3and brooding, he meaningfully strummed his guitar by the IRS, singing songs of peace and of reducing carbon emissions globally. He could afford a break. His last show raked in
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4commune nudged at me. I tried to push it aside and focus on her, but as usual, my sporadic flashbacks got the better of me. I should really talk to someone about this.