Finished Folds (2721—2740)
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5Just WHAT is The Voice going on about? Has it read some of the folds that come up in random mode? I have to spend my 4 mins googling obscure US TV references, or McD characters nev
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5. His psychotherapist recommended he become a life model as sketchers fixate on the rude bits, drawing them unfeasibly large and so boosting self esteem no end. Harold had perked u
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2said, "Do not untrouser - you'll catch a fatal chill!" "I appreciate your concern, Mr Finney," I said, "but I'm method acting, I'm in the groove and I can't stop now!" We tussled
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7d the steering wheel but my alien left hand grabbed Marsha's right breast. She looked unimpressed. "I'm afraid that you've failed your driving test due to not keeping both hands on
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5moolah. I called Medea. "You want me to remove a nail blocking the one vein in his body and drain ichor?" she screeched. "Don't worry love," I placated,"I'll even give you a bucket
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3When I was small, Dad used to say:"If grass is green and a cow eats grass, then a cow must be green." I thought he was confused because he's colour blind. But he was just kidding.
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10"I don't normally give rides to strangers" Zelda rasped, "but I'll make an exception in your case, being pantless n all." "To El Paso and step on it," he shouted, "I need anti-cact
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4that WD40 would improve my sex life. And they were." Boris reasoned that what worked on nuclear warheads must suit his girlfriend. Unfortunately Boris is stupid. His girlfriend is
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2holes in his brain where chord progressions used to be. The post-show catering was baked road kill. The audience booed and some hissed. The band's next release is 3 minutes of sile
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6At Solferino the air was full of the cries of the wounded and dying. Bonaparte wrote: Josephine, ma biche, I'll be back in 3 days. Don't wash. Je t'embrasse partout, Napoleon (Emp)
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4" She didn't understand that Mick and Keith were Kentish lads and baking road kill is traditional fare in Kent. It's what gives them their lovely complexions. Try it and see!
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6. They could only whisper bambalam to each other and giggle. Betty's child crawled through the door and down the street into the Milk Parlour for its breakfast. It got its bottle
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2nchers of crisps who weave their way randomly across 3 lanes of motorway traffic - I hate them too! " Hufuuur," he said, interrupting my inner ravings. "Stop mumbling!" I snapped
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4as well as eternity was now in the lovers's stares. They eternally and infinitely stared... suddenly "Oh my gawd, my husband," gasped Pearl. Gerald stamped on her foot in panic. He
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4without jam." Butter slapped Grog on the back and spread jam all over the toast. Suddenly Grog felt shy. He'd never eaten toast in front of anyone before. Butter tactfully turned a
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5I excused myself from the 'Mount Etna Experience - Experience Pompeii in Real Time' and buzzed off on my Vespa to a hillside cafe for a well-deserved glass of Valpolicelli. "Ciao,
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5So I gathered eggs, flour, butter. A passing Hungarian had some uranium-235 in his pocket. I whisked the cake up at Juanito's gunpoint. I put a cherry on top and put it in a lead
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6I walked up 24 floors as the lift was broken. Once in, I realised I'd forgotten to buy milk. I needed coffee so I unfurled a banner from the window saying 'BRING MILK NOW!' Then
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5feelings which, in turn, are indubitedly driven by, I dunno, hormones? the weather?" Matt swallowed... "and another thing, my love for you cannot be gainsaid. Nay, never let it be
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3checking a couple of things. If those puppies are for sale, I'll have the one with the pink nose." How could I resist such a smooth talker? And that's how I met your father.