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The greasy-scalped ogre pitied himself as he passed a perfect spiral to his back-stabbing rooftop buddy. He's the town's favorite man! Why is life so hard? ...Did she say cancer? -
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and he always illustrated it rather well. He pouted, but really Rumsfeld was becoming involved in the characters of Rumsfeld's .ppt allegorical love story. Grand Old Patty wanted
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reach her, wherever she was now. If you're reading... and you know who you are... there's something I always meant to tell you. I've felt this way for a long time, and it's hard
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led to his recent suicide." The gathered mourners nodded solemnly as the PI read from his notes. "Also, Lucy seemed to have a sadistic sex relationship with our good man. I saw
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looked uneasy, and the servants trembled. "What happened to the pig," he began, sniffing the dog as his crown slipped from his bald pate, "and where is my ham, boy?" He grabbed the
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battle between the artist and his own creative output. During the day, he would leave messages for his perceived nemesis. At night, forgetting his daylight life, our protagonist
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to likeminded post-modernists. Gabe loved hearing that he looked just like a late Le Corbusier building. However, deep down, he just felt naked. However, day in and day out, he
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ventilation shaft to rain hail on my marries. I shifted from defense to assault and slammed my Doc Marten on the overdrive pedal and melted the faces off the Papal Assassin Guild.
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as Dawg threw uppercuts arbitrarily around him. "Bitch I'll bite your head off and piss on your stuff! You will know I'm alpha when my nose sucks up yo muff--" The crowd howled as
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all around the bedroom. Sergeant Cuddles nudged the girl laying next to him. He met her at the party. Was her name Sheila? Bubbles? Ms. Fritz? She didn't stir. The question changed
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goblin kingdom remain a proud, independent nation for millennia. Since the Baby Brother Embargo of 1985, Feather-Haired Bowie's hand was forced. He had to provide for his goblins.
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so that I can feel the feeling leave in an orgasmic tingle. I loved, then, taking my benumbed hand and throwing it onto the sautee skillet, and watching the skin bubble. The smell
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be impressed. I'd never seen a woman able to raise so many cats on a spinster's budget. Also, how could she afford the rent on this ossuary? He hung his coat up on a tiny clawed
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incited something of a revolution in his moral reasoning. The polar caps of his ego melted, water of uncertainty began to rise, and though he sought high ground he found none. Jazz
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at the end of the bar, and felt too late her foundation-concealed mustache and notices her formidable jaw. She asked me to dance. I asked her name, and in a dark brown voice she
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his dream-beach, where he could wiggle through the sands of his reason and observe each piece of drift-evidence with his full aquatic powers of logic. Det. Manatee demanded
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Few people, however, understand the resources that go into a single waffle fry. Each potato must be carefully cut by a master serrator, and raising one of those takes on average
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d every day, hiking to the nearby town for provisions and poon, until one day, he just stayed there. Daily, he stared from behind the Starbucks counter at the nearby wood. Regret.
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ia Mons Galactic Games Summit was well underway. The prosecuting team won 98-85, and as is custom, feasted on the cranial sweetbreads of the defense for the live streaming cameras
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"What chu talkin' 'bout?" quipped Tebow, now more god than man. His eyes were flames of fire and his head shone like the sun. He floated above the green, now flooding with whiskey