Finished Folds (1961—1980)
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6at its dense greenery. The fanged bun lunged, bit into its leafy head, slurped at the juices. A question surfaced Cabbage's ravaged mind: would he remain a vegetable or rise again?
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5said "hair" and gave me a funny look. One of them wandered over and gave my long pony tail a sharp little yank. "Yeouch," I cried thru the regulator, "What are you trying to pull?"
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4floppy pink ears, as he kind enough to shelter us. It was a tight fit, so we had to squeeze in and cram ourselves together. Once or twice our feet slipped and we stumbled into
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6dog tags. "Are those real?" asked Fred as he saw me coming to once more. "Of course they're real!" I declared. "Now get your stinking paws off me, or I'm gonna get medieval on you
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3At this, a particularly savvy guard responded with his own haiku: Nutters we may be/ But you are surrounded so/ Good luck escaping ...The writer who'd been expecting this, said
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4d of his love affair, worried that it might get around. Sasha was infinitely loyal, as journals go, even though she saw him go to other pads (even taking notes, at times).
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6The Flying Spaghetti Monster was upon me. I couldn't get away. He wrapped his noodly appendages around my leg and proceeded to pull me toward him with surprising agility.
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3the pie. It was a fruit pie with a crumb topping. Homemade. The smell wafted up. I wondered whether the walnut would be worried if I revealed that the crust was made with walnuts.
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4pocket pet Eddie." "A pocket pet?" "Yeah. He's a sugar glider so he chatters a lot and giggles at just about anything, " I noted, as I pulled him from my back pocket. He chirped
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4biology teacher took our class on a field trip to a local botanical garden. You can imagine my horror when we came upon the place. All that green. It was everywhere. I couldn't sta
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3no such genes. The idea of taking such a backward glance was revolting to me. If my bio teacher was worried, he was welcome to take a look, I said, helpfully. He gave me detention
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3the men in white coats. Suzy's left shoe was soon chewed to unrecognizable, tattered bits, and I felt my job was done. Yet after Suzy saw my work, she remarked, "If the shoe fits
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7o a metal strainer in a pan filled with cool water, where it lay patiently. Soon tiny robot hands reached out, lifted, and tipped the egg, only to tilt and tap it on the side of
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5My hands ache. With each stroke. Of each key. Every time my weary fingers brush them. They mock me, those keys. With their boxy keen edges. Watching, waiting for the right moment.
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3At first my hot teacher doesn't notice how good my aim was and fails to see the dripping, gooey strands of pus. Should I say anything? I wouldn't want pus dribbling down MY leg...
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6I do know that one, and I also know that the only surefire way to tame an earworm is to find it a mate. You might already know that though. It's a Small World, after all...
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3: matching Life is Good shirt and hat. 2nd prize: "You Just Got Beat By a Toaster" bumper sticker, picturing a shoebox on wheels. Gina thought it'd look cool on her Kia Soul.
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1had altered my tastes. Now I didn't want to share the pizza but knew in my undead heart that the vamp would want some, too. Grabbing the elephant, I used the tusks to spear a slice
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4thought of asking her friend Madam Wong to help her get into the business. Evie couldn't past the front door, though. She tripped on the tequila bottle that had fallen to the floor
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3-ation and chiton underneath. Frances had no idea Dr. Angry Pants was of Greek origin. She beamed at him, exclaiming, "Olive your style!" At this he softened and smiled tightly.