Finished Folds (1541—1560)
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1"Stop trying to butter me up." Just then my hand slipped. I spilled tea all over the table. He smirked,"Nice work. Clean that up or you'll be toast." Grimacing, I went to work.
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4Grunt. Sigh... "More?" "Mm-hm, heheheheheh." Buurrrp - hic! Schlurrp, schlurrp. "Mmm." Clop, clop. Clop, clop. "Eh?" Zerrrp. Ping-pang-ting-tang...tong! "Doh! &%#@!" Grr.
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4a soft flour tortilla, that's been warmed slightly. This goes well with a side of rice and refried beans, some pica de gallo, and an ice cold bottle of Dos Equis. Burritos
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2"Sorry hon I'm all out of Sucrets," said Mike, sleepily. Betty repeated herself; Mike replied, "Everything?" This was going to be a long night. She *would* need throat lozenges by
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3out toward her. Princess Bubblegum was so flustered her lips slipped. The bubble popped, splattering poor Mr Frog's sac in sticky pink goo. "Gum again," she said, as he hopped off.
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4like melted chocolate & caramel, which is what they are; let's face it. They coulda been something. Something sweet and savory. Now they're only fried and crusty burnt-out shells.
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2the dirt clods left behind. "I wouldn't sniff those if I were you," one farmer advised. "The petals look nice, and Danny the bull is merely symbolic, but he sure packs a mean musk.
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4w many 'Nuts, 'Seeds, and 'Bottoms she'd squeezed over the years. Luke Thistlenuts might've seemed like a seedy character, but Marta Appletits was tart to the core. He sidestepped
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4folding table & bring it here. My arm's killing me," whined the tall delivery man. "How many toppings are on this pizza?! Second, find that can of tuna and toss it; it reeks. Third
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4"I love when it dribbles down my chin, don't you?'' I relished the moment. As a dollop of chocolate plopped off from my sticky face, my watering hole companions slurped
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7go to Taco Bell on a first date. Actually I'd probably never EVER go there again, after tonight. Now she thought I had beans for brains. I guess it had been foolish to think that
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1and placing a small stone on top of each headstone, so that others would see that he'd been at the grave and paid his respects. "They surely last longer than flowers," he noted.
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8should've seen the sheik shriek as his six sheep sang. He shot forth and shredded the satin sheets. On the slitted sheets he spat, and on a slatted seat he sat.
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7, cabbages and rutabagas. To block out the sound of the barfing landlubbers, my shipmates and I sang sea shanties while preparing our supper. "Call any vegetable, call it by name
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10odles, and no fries. Dad yelled out, "Jen, get back in here!" He'd assumed my sis had made the swap while he ogled his big juicy burger, but I had very nimble fingers and
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5It was really wrecking my life, so I saw a specialist. She diagnosed me with numerophobia, with a focus on negative numbers. Strange,but it made sense somehow. Counting backwards
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6while reaching for the soap. Those little non-slip decals did little to keep me from flailing all around wildly. Finally my forehead became one with the tub. Everything went dark.
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3to take some pictures, I mean x-rays...Wipe that smirk off your face." I didn't flinch at the doc's brutal honesty. My back was killing me, so I agreed to his wishes. He laid me
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4(sigh), a packet of slightly used tissues (eww), a bag of half-eaten cookies... Yeesh! I wasn't "that" bad all year, was I? I gulped. Unless you count the time that I stuffed the
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6was overly complicated but would eventually got the job done. Poor, unsuspecting Mr Henderson would lean back in his chair, triggering a cord which would pull the leg of a