Finished Folds (21—40)
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6Spud-u-Like all pointed to one inevitable cosmic conclusion. I screwed the lightbulb into my ear and made contact with Mthulu, sister-in-law and part-time bookeeper to Cthulu, Lord
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6his thoughts of sooty breasts were interrupted by a commotion at the diner door. It was Catherine's Boloro partner, Fritz. Buster gripped Catherine's hand tight as he threw a che
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4Pierre Peary wiped his sweaty brow. "You can always talk about it with me, cheri, you know," he said. I snorted, knocked his pith helmet onto the mud floor and stamped on it
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5"Oh I know what you mean!" she said."I cry over puppies and kittens too!" My lips were quivering over her cocyx, "I'm not that kind of synthetic. Now lie still so I can detect the
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4"The lesson is always wear clean underwear in case you get run over or partially eaten by a monzter called Kevin so you won't bring shame on the family." Mommy smiled at me. It was
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3in the balance so he showed her his foot. It was finely shaped with a smattering of hairiness on the toes. Lose examined it carefully and of course fell in love with Eli abjectly
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2Brian put a firm full stop at the end of his succint story and burped. He found writing almost too easy. Wondering what to do for the rest rest of the day, he scrolled through the
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4ber how the snowdrops nodded their silly little heads above the parched sunbaked lawn that still spring morning. I opened the last window on my advent calendar and munched the choc
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3elbow grease. Stains on your leather sofa? Just paint the rest of the leather the same colour as the stains. Cat peeing in your shower? Call an animal rescue centre to rehome it in
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2Kate held an emergency board meeting while Frank yelped at the door. They considered Frank's offer of a chewed slipper in return for absolute control of her sausage company. Kate
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4about which didn't include him but all the paintings were of him. He examined a nude painted in dead salmon and puce. He drew moustaches on his portraits. Angel seethed. Her artist
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4threw it down his throat--no swallowing! But Mr Clean's campaign slogan of 'I'm not a Ruskie Agent' went down so well in New Hampshire that he really thought that
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5So imagine my dismay when I was presented with a mish mash of rotting deciduous vegetation. I decorated my cocktail with a sycamore leaf, calling it 'Sex on the Electric Blanket'
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7forget the time I was tooting along to 'Wuthering Heights' when in strode Don Trump Jr his hair agleam and his eyes aflash. I tried to blame the vindaloo but he snatched my tome
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10was wearing a really big bonnet and didn't notice I had substituted a robotic facsimile of yours truly with the knob set to 'canoodle'. My robot twin was complimenting her bashful
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4The dragon bugs settled in a ganglion near Philomena Cunk's big toe doing battle with bacteria both aerobic and an. She sometimes wondered her shoe emitted tiny flames and roars
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4I could tell this by the faint flicker in her left eyelid as I delivered my zinger. I concluded she had appalling taste in men and started chatting up her friend sitting next to
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7ut spinach so profound that Brainyquotes bought exclusive rights to all my bodily utterances and employed a Nigerian guy called Adewole to follow me round updating in realtime eve
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4I was scabbard as hell. I ran, tripping over my rapier and sword again, but this time using the f-word. "Armour not getting outta here alive' I thought gloomily and sat picking my
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4But... as usual I went to the minibar and ate a small pack of peanuts and sat on the greasy floor until dawn's little pink fingers wiggled under the grubby mushroom curtains. Perh