Finished Folds (301—320)
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1Long day, same old, same old. So, tonight, instead of ground beef in his Hamburger helper, Griffin added
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7longed to move to Nice or even to Jerico, but in this version of the rules the ghost of Chopin wasn't allowed to leave Paris. What this composer needed was a rewrite! Tarantino dem
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5inator that Dr. Doofenshmirtz lent the Minotaur when his optics had failed. Man, I am too old for prison, thought the Minotaur, what if I could just be an insurance adjuster
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3And never got the lead out either, which I suppose was fine, being just a talking head and all. Still, as the jeep plummetted, my life's work at Old Navy flashed before my
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2. I need to find my ummm and my teef." Apparently, Mthulu wears dentures that had fallen out and had smashed as well. Charwaddle, the royal waxer fixer rushed to the stage. Bikini
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2which was only slightly less damaging than the full force of the Taco Bell attack he'd had the night before. Was a sleep-deprived, dehydrated ninja still a ninja? Ask the chihuahua
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6"Fact is, we both love Obamacare, from our turbans, down to our underwear" Obama. Romney. Rivals, yes, but they also found time for each other in rhyme. Their secret poem continues
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2Ok, a monster anyway, for she WAS turning poofier, like some hoop-skirted heroine in a costume drama. The Scientist knew there's no time for frivolity! Placebos don't work that way
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3Suddenly, there were Zeppelins everywhere! It was sooo peaceful! I had gone to a happier place to avoid the zombie daymare that had just ensued. I put the Hindenburg on autopilot.
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3had a seizure when Whole Foods filed for bankruptcy. Ninja? Bah! Get me Chuck Norris!
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3Timo The Middle Manager got his start the day he hung up his mask and tights. He had been the superhero
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2That's when Timo The Middle Manager decided it was finally time to get that MBA he'd had his eye on.
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4A mole that loves mole chicken! Help!
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3claimed she wasn't related to the New Yor Giants' Antrel Rolle, but the man in the straight jacket knew better.
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1constituted my complicit "Merciful Act of God" God's social network killing was just another lazy adaptation to the 21st century. Let him do his own acts.
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3did the snake and when back to the DJ stand. Eden was party rockin' once again! The place had been so dead since
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3wondered if it was all worth it. Sure, Boris sang with the rest of the medevial re-enacters, but it hadn't brought Gwendolyn back to him. What he needed was a puppy with
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1Bon mot? No, bon mojo!
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2He'd also asked for a glass of water. That much parasite-laden sushi always made him thirsty. At least he'd broken the sushi-eating record. Man, was he parched!
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4He said "It seems impossible that after only three days I have fallen for you and can't imagine my life without you" She said,