Finished Folds (421—440)
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5could I run to, where could I had? Their spies, soldiers of the Knights of Columbus, were everywhere -- and without the taco truck I had no transportation. Remembering an old flame
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1Pumpkin pie. My weakness of weaknesses! Without thanking her, I pressed my face into Aunt Mildred's pie and began gobbling up the delicious dessert. Within minutes, I was woozy.
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4or Billy Bob or Billy Bob Thornton. That's right, the one and only. You are asking yourself, "why is his life like these cocaine-themed films -- and why is his nickname 'Ricky'?"
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8a woman that he didn't later marry. Unfortunately, my teleportation experiment went awry when Birdy flew into the source pod where Pee Wee sat snacking on a Jimmy Dean link.
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2-ery, haggle with insurance company reps, and make small-talk at upper crust parties. But the antiseptic soap was tainted, and the boys grew deathly ill 3 days later. An inquiry
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7but its still just a damned vegetable all of the same." The song was offered in mirth at first, but the lack of meat aboard the ship began to wear on morale. After 3 months, mutiny
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7his stovepipe hat atop his head and departed for the law offices of Letch, Lurk, & Fumble. The firm was expert in European HR litigation, and his case against the young woman
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7a foreign agent. I asked, Mossad? She said, maybe, maybe not. Then she gassed me. When I came to, Greta was gone." Bobert wistfully lit his pipe and rocked. "The thing about women
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3jotted a personal note. "In re: construction plans for mountain getaway. Scratch PoP as structural material. Nouveau, yes, but fragile. Go with log as originally, more reliable."
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5the dreadful miseries of the material world and imbibe of the sacred Woojawee root." Father filled the hookah bowl with the pungent root paste and we each grabbed a hose.
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5temporary delusion, a tasty respite from reality, and I ate all of the provided snacks as if I hadn't eaten since the dawn of Carl's Jr. -- Anon. Folder, Boulder, CO, Jan 1, 2014.
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2presents several internal contradictions which are as irreconcilable as the factions of the US GOP. Post-modernism, seen through the lens of contemporary biomorphic pottery, cannot
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5stacked them slowly, hoping to disguise his anxiety. Jimmy continued staring at Gramps as the old man piled the meat slices to the ceiling. Roast beef. Bologna. Salami. Ham. Treet.
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7"Stealing from children and murdering mimes, these are a few of my favorite crimes!" Julie Andrews was drunk again. She twirled into the groping mitts of the notorious producer,
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12Scene 1: The simpleton hobo snorkeled, post-cataclysm, in a franchised RoachMotel pool whilst a crabby, carbuncled & festooned salesman wielding a squeegie devoured a giant earwig.
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1Pat's dismal plan proceeded flawlessly. His contrived depression made Tara believe he was sincere. But his poor penmanship prevented use of her Fiat: he discovered her cat on his
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3self-destruct in 15 seconds," she warned coldly. I gave my thumb a final lick, but the nacho flavoring was exhausted. I tempted fate. "You're a liar." Portia stuck her tongue out
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4pyschedelics in a penal context is not a recipe for life success. I ended up killing three "devils" and was rewarded 20 hard years in an Iowa SuperMax. Fortunately, a technicality
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3tom player from the 80s new wave glam band The Personality Company, a once closeted arch-conservative who was now a corporate accountant. Love. What a joke. He threw darts at the
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5of human misery when an old bag with a handbag filled with coins beats him senseless when he asks for change so he can buy half of a sandwich. The hobo reaches the fifth plateau of