Finished Folds (41—54)
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2...right after he finished reading his ex's text messages. And stealing nude self-shots out of peoples' Gmail accounts. And reading Wikipedia. Yup, any day now. Taking 'em down.
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2"I mean, have you even discussed this with the zoning commission? They weren't happy about letting you build the ice cream store here, let alone you turning it into a sex camp for
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1upon the idea that would change the destiny of his people forever. As he told his biographer years later, "Come on! The abs! The loincloth! We were already gay icons, singing was
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2"Stop calling me that!" replied the only kid who'd shown up to the call-out meeting. "And it's FREEZING in here! Can I borrow that jacket?" "Nope," he said. "It's Member's Only."
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4ARE AMONG THE MANY ISSUES WE WILL NOT BE DISCUSSING AT TONIGHT'S MEETING OF SHOUTERS ANONYMOUS" bellowed the large man welcomingly. "HELP YOURSELF TO SOME COFFEE AND DOUGHNUTS."
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1he put the finishing touches on his rocket wheelchair. Abandoning his quest for sanity as bourgeois indulgence, he smashed through the window and flew off into the night. "Whoo!"
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1A TEAM OF CHINESE ACROBATS PERFORMING IN BLACKFACE. WOW, THIS IS BOTH AN IMPRESSIVE AND EXTRORDINARILY OFFENSIVE DISPLAY! HEY, DID ANYBODY HEAR THAT WINDOW BREAK?" The salesman
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2"TODAY'S RULE" intoned the stentorian loudspeak ov the bare white wall, "IS 'FONDLE THE WIZARD'S BALLS.' COMPLIANCE IS MANDATORY. CARRY ON, CITIZENS." Bruce blinked, dismay now
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5His harasser's glee turned to squawking dismay as the bike's front wheel became a fixed fulcrum in a machine built to help mouthy cyclists headbutt planet Earth. This self-suplex
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4marked by profound sadness at my lack of genitals and my inability to consume ice cream sundaes. Sure, adventure is fine, but I'd like one day of self-pleasure and chocolate sauce
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3began speedbagging testicles like I was filming scenes for a training montage. Rocking jock after jock, I left cannibal after cannibal curled around their pulverized plum crumbles
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1that none of the other visitors to the Farch Blotterman Memorial Rec Center would ever again look at molten chocolate without wrestling their gorge down all the while. And really
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2craft services operator seems to believe that I can't eat anything unless it's in burrito form? After the birthday cake burrito, I thought they'd learned how much I hate
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6ricultural knowledge wasn't required. He'd never forgotten the day he'd been drummed out of his local community college's farm management program. After all the accusations of