Finished Folds (21—40)
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6boogie and play that funky music 'til I died. Bertie was heartbroken but my viking funeral was well attended, and Bertie was comforted by the opportunity to shoot a flaming arrow
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3Dirges being his favorite musical genre, Deathwish began a slow interpretive dance which caused Quagmire to retch uncontrollably and wish for blindness. Fortunately the eupterid
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2began to drip down her chin, and Chuck screeched "Aha! Finally I have turned the tables on you, Nancy. Nevermore will I be subjected to your mother's rancid meatballs!" Nancy turne
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5e having come and gone while I was pondering and dammit I was hungry. I let loose with a burst from the M16, but the recoil set the chainsaw going as well, and I nearly lost my lef
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6"Father John can bite me!" I was not about to off the nun, even if they offered me 50 Gs and my very own taco truck. I was going to have to disappear, and fast - but where
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5in a tutu and the resulting portrait was now hanging in the Metropolitan Museum of Modern Art. Bib would go on Tuesdays and stand in the lobby, hoping to be asked for his autograph
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5tected her from further mind manipulation by the alien overlords, but she still liked to wear her tinfoil hat rather than her wimple. She was a fashion-forward nun, and not ashamed
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4less gloves she was wearing did not disconcert him in the least, even though it was August and 104 degrees. "Magda, you complete me!" he gushed, and flung his arms around herb
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5the power of Grayskull and expected a sudden and explosive conclusion to our battle. Unfortunately, I had not forseen his counterspell, which when uttered in Farsi was as potent as
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3chapped armpits and flaky ankles. He also had been told that conditioning his hair with French's yellow mustard would add shine and volume, but he found that it also attracted
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4quickly and the body art seemed to comfort him somehow. And Sharpie washes off, right? But when I tried to take my turn and cover his bald pate with Bob Dylan lyrics, he slapped
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3pretty much guaranteed that I would never have children, and as I lay on the turf retching she very smartly took advantage of my inability to defend myself and swung her nine iron
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5at all convinced that this couldn't be cured with a simple infusion of pineapple and anchovies, but I wasn't about to argue with the doctor when he had that scalpel in his sweaty
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6On the edges of his vision were black spiders laughing with purple teeth, but they seemed friendly. However, his feeling of invincibility departed quite suddenly when his 3rd grde
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5The abstract being, however, would not be still, and Kandandsky howled in frustration, throwing paint thinner at the being. "I cannot work with you jumping around like a rabid
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7"Christ a-mighty, I gotta get myself into rehab," thought the man, and promptly blacked out, much to the chagrin of the elderly lady sitting nearby, wondering how to procure
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4gave me a good old fashioned whuppin' for talkin' like some backwoods Cajun halfwit, when I was actually a Harvard graduate and CEO of a major corporation. So what if I had
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6amongst his worries was that the eggs would hatch and he would be devoured before he could reach the containment facility. Who then would feed his pet chinchilla, Mr. Snuffles? How
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3Harper had to be honest with himself. He was in love with a werewolf. He didn't mind the drooling and snarling - that wasn't much different than his ex when she forgot to take her
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6to touch a McNugget with your bare hands, and also illegal in 7 states. If only I could patent my gloves, my domination of the culinary fashion industry would be complete. Unless