Finished Folds (641—660)
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2masses always seemed the way to go, but now he was ready to step out of the shadows and into the limelight. Becoming the strawberry queen became his obsession.
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3immodium, but I would settle for epoxy. I now knew that I needed to tolerate my lactose intolerance less. "Don't give an inch", my dad used to say. I always thought he meant
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4"Micowaves make me nervous", came a voice from behind. He turned around and in the bright light could only see a pair of bright red lips. "And tortillas too". what kind of
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5show them that hell ain't just other people, it's MEEE!" His last thought seemed to echo as the flames engulfed him and he wondered how the cell service was here...
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3at the place where his genitals were supposed to be. Tim wasn't sure why nothing went right for him, but the constant reminded was just too much.
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3Patti Mayonnaise would never love Doug. Being lactose intolerant, Doug's involvement in cheese-making was a constant frustration. So one night Patti hooked up with Skeeter just to
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7"That sure was a close one, Smitty. I thought for sure the spamwow ship was going to bite it! Now, when do the pork roll whores get here?" Smitty eyed me with his good eye, swigged
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1the shallow phallus for it's last hurrah. Codpieces made out of cod? I brushed off the little joke. No time for hilarity. She eyed my work furiously and began screaming "Blasphemy!
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2I mean , the lengths that some people will go to so they don't have to mention the baby's head spike. Basketball? Maybe if they can afford to replace the balls that little Zippy
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2star. The force was strong with this one, as were his pecs, biceps and abs. Maybe this wouldn't be torture after all.
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5I'd alwaysvjust called her Pickles, myself, and was not too keen on this new suggestive name, anyway. Though I'd always imagined her in her underwear, fresh fruit had never been
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2having used an unusually large quantity of heroin, McCauley barely acknowledged me as I ran past. No matter, I had my own beast to slaughter, so to speak. The ghost of MJ
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3dance and sing, so he could make his own $ and buy his own food. Instead, he'd go to dog shows and waste it all on expensive bitches.
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5would be a terrible name for distlled spirits. So we chose "Rechiv", hoping of course that nobody would see that it was just double-ditilled Chivas.
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4starting speaking shark language to the great white. Small-brained they were; a rough translation of their conversation goes something like this: "nom nom nom steak tonight?"
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3His singing was suddenly interrupted by the Ghurvtin invasion. Why did this always happen?
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3made a great glaze for rodents. If only people would try it, the sacharine rodent bbq would really take off. But no one had the guts.
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2ten. He liked to use cat skins on his drums. They seemed to stretch tighter with less effort. It didn't matter to him that no one wanted to see him play. Maybe if he cleaned them
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2Jim wondered how many ribs he could eat. He wondered if drinking water would help him eat more. He wondered if he'd ever be a competitive eater. He wondered if the blood would ever
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6recompense. It was also time to find Waldo. Stan grabbed his air guitar and his stun gun and jumped into the waiting hovercraft, still naked.