Finished Folds (341—360)
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5That's what they called it, "baking cookies". They used all sorts of euphemisms, depending on the context, the season, their mood. "Shooting antelope." "Reading Tolstoy." "Opening
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5-ane holes to huff out of. I pulled my 10 gallon off my head and removed my revolver from inside the crown. The driver screeched to a halt. "That's it, all of you out, now!" NYC
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3Lin Ha, the foremost Chinese authority on men named Martin. The inter-Martin nod-and-wink was undocumented in the literature. Sheen, the perennial "Meanest Martin", mocked the tiny
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2Paradise. But instead it took me to Hell. Some taxi service! The demonic driver even charged me 50 for the trip! I gave him a counterfeit 100 and told him to keep it. Then Satan
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3Señor Kubrick was drunk again. Dave Bowman held the phone away from his ear for a minute before dropping it into the waste disposal unit. Then HAL spoke. "Dave -- that was Stanley.
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4Mom kept finding ways to increase my debt to her, exorbitant penalties for minor offenses. "Your bedcover is crooked. That'll be $50." "My bras aren't dry. 300 rubles." "This soup
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3C-note he had borrowed from Angus a couple years back for "supplies". Instead, they exhumed Bon's body and tried to sell it to a local "scientist" living in a decrepit "mansion".
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5-ted the entirety of my life on a wall, representing each memory with an emoticon and using all 128 crayons. Withered to 67 lbs., I fainted one morning; the Mitt Romney effigy
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1a most disturbing one: they were conjoined triplets. How the trio, whose personalities differed greatly, came to have separate last names remains a mystery. Barracco, Angie, & Vula
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6"Yeah," the snail responded. "Not much ambition?" asked the burning bush, a hint of disrespect in his voice. "Nope. Just, ya know, chillin'." A violent rage overcame the bush, and
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2-rwear he had forged from antique pieces stolen from his father's collection; the briefs were stiff and scratchy, but made him feel masculine. "Listen, girl," the Radio Shack clerk
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5Father finished off his port & espresso, stretched & yawned, and grasped the table with both hands. "Dinner's over, kids. Now leave Daddy alone. It's folding time."
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4hidden beneath the straw in Nick Cage's barn was undiscovered by the sheep murderers. No, they wanted something else. Nick licked the sheep blood from the door to taste a clue.
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4-ver, quick. "Blood rain would not be a problem," the professor repeated. "But mercury rain -- umbrellas would only make that situation worse." The sociology class gasped, and some
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2shimmering new golden PS5 with 64 GB of RAM and a 3TB SSD. Martha and Pat Sajak danced around the mystical device, but were demoralized to find that GTA XXX wasn't due out until
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6I..uh...eewwww..." Selmolina's innards had flowed onto my rug. "Dammit, I just had this thing cleaned!" I dropped my dead fiancee and began to kick the walrus in the throat.
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4face", they were scolded by Sister Mary-Juana, the third grade teacher, who corrected them. "It's vice-versa!" she growled; a ruler was then liberally applied. He alone escaped
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7half the man I used to be -- holy crap!" He noticed that his left side had sloughed off into a still pile. The technician lost interest and departed through a vent. Kevin hopped
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4"Have you ever noticed how the titles for online porn videos sound an awful lot like Indian names?" My wife's observations had grown inane since receiving the iPad, a gift from
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3free rolled tacos if audience mayhem were to erupt in the arena again. He was incensed. "This is the last time!" he shouted, grabbing a hockey stick. He made for the stands