Finished Folds (841—860)
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6table and grabbed a mint from a clear glass bowl. "You're a hard case. I know the type. Well, I'm going to eat a mint every 15 seconds until you accept. It's a fair offer." Again,
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3toilet seat covers he had swiped from the Federation. 100,000 count. "This is going to take a while," he complained to no one in particular. "No no! Cut!" Cronenberg was displeased
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6Colonel Sanders and tossed the KFC Li'l Bucket out of the window. I gunned the accelerator of my Spider and headed for some backroads to impress some local gentry. But a deep pot
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4And wait. And wait. She finally gets tired of the voice, which reminds her of Jeremy Irons, and forces herself conscious. The ringing, however, grows louder. "Where is that coming
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4Every square cm of wall was covered by faded and peeling KISS fold-outs from a number of 70s and 80s teen music rags. I sat Indian-style in the center of the room and meditated on
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3you are guilty..." Sgt. Doodle slipped the brass knuckles over his fingers. "and, today, I am the court." "But it's art," I repeated, simpering, every bone in my face shattered
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3pills like the love pills good ole granddaddy used to imbibe." The crowd broke into wild applause as I set my mandolin into the case. I took a tearful bow and blew a kiss to the
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5read aloud to me -- LOUDLY -- by a scantily clad Claudia Cardinale." "Circa 1963?" I asked. "No," Klumpf replied. "At her current age." I shrugged. "It's your dime." Claudia was
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4The studio executives intercepted the telepathic transmission, and within 20 minutes the drones were in the air. Upon sighting the swarm he knew the game was up. As he plummeted,
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4he first respondent. His enthusiasm was waning when, after 18 months of silence, an American replied. "Hi. My name is Dennis Rodman. I would be honored..." Kim Jong-un was over
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4contort -- a dubious assertion. Now that Vanessa was tied into a permanent pretzel, she needed protection from men of bad faith and poor hygiene. But would she abscond with me?
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5to an internet pariah, the store manager made me an offer. "My wife is having an affair with nearly everyone at the country club. And I don't even have a membership!" He removed a
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4comes to mind, 'deals' is a good word. And then there is 'bargain'..." I bought time by producing as many last words as I could muster. Trumpet, carburetor, dada, piehole. Eleven
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2-tie and corrected the flawed double-windsor. "Rarf! All of the old traditions are dying. The young don't care!" The toy poodle sulked off. The DEA Agent shook his head. "Cochise."
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4to discover they hadn't invented the chicken after all. With the new marketing campaign already released, they were in for some nasty legal battles. "Get David Boies on the horn,"
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4hankering for seafood, he heads for Philadelphia. Don't ask me why. The name "Ted" is the diminutive of "Tedd", which itself is the diminutive of "Teddd". That's all he/she told me
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3culinary critic for the Times and potentially give her the runs. But she had no choice. The extortionist had the goods on her. She needed the photos and the negatives, or Mayor
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4"Hey, it's fun to be a prostitute!" He had a terrible habit of opening Bongwater songs towards the middle, but being the Mouse King nobody complained. Mr. Gere seethed, feeling
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6vintage Galaxian arcade cabinet in pristine condition. But golems prefer Xevious, so Bob took his leave of the Apple Witches and embarked on a journey to find the last remaining
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7that I stole from Sulu." Kirk sat back in the barcalounger and opened the carton. "Yiuh," he objected, scrunching his nose. "I don't remember it smelling like this. Oh well." He