Finished Folds (21—29)
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7"But not until the fifth grade young man! now get back to your test paper!". And with that Mrs. Kurpleplop dashed all my childhood hopes and dreams . Yes, she was cranky and mean
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5usually in limerick form, but all press is good press. Soon he was raking in the dough. The Massachusetts traveling show of anatomical oddities was a big hit. That is until
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6achieve a state of cosmic consciousness deep enough to forget all this. Whether he lives or dies won't matter when I'm one with the universe. So taking the third lotus position
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7Mr. Bunsy had a secret. A secret all his own. A secret he dared not share. Not with Mrs Bunsy, or dropsy not even with Timmy Turtle. In fact, especially not Timmy Turtle because
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7ses or I could hit the open road relying on my with charm, and the 30 kilos of horse I had stashed in the back to get me my freedom and my fortune. I took the road less traveled
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2..." Oddly engough despite the humorous alternatives, this ws in fact the last thing that went through is mind as he was sidelined by 2 tons of angry pot roast. The gods laughed
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7Dreamworks wanted to produce it it, or will have wanted to have produced it. It was hard to tell with the time distortion. In any case I set off immediately for Holywood only to
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3stuff, a representative group of Busybodies United attacked Michael. Disapproving of the pride parade, and of a good time in general, they savaged him repeatedly with
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4continued on their way, accosting street urchins to instruct them that their lot in life was solely due to their lack of moral character, and flinging razor edged silver dollars at