Finished Folds (181—200)
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1evil masks, having eliminated her competitors by sending them free masks that possessed their souls and drove them to heinous acts, detestable even by them. She was making BANK.
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2her Judas, the rag doll she knew as Mrs. Cindy. The lying stitch-mouthed slut was enjoying a tea party with Dr. Bearstein and his wife. "BITCH," screamed the little girl, as she
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0doing what he loved (sleeping on top of highway cars).
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1making all of this EZ-Mac if nobody's gonna appreciate it?" Feeling like all other options had closed to him, he threw all of the foodstuff into a pile, which he laid in. It was
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1whatever that is. Their antlers were replaced with Terminator-looking arms that could tie a bow quite delicately on a present. The elves were exiled to the opposite pole, where
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5Nobody believes me when I tell them that I remember being born, but I was in that womb for five years. When I finally burst out in a display of gore and liberty, my (maybe) father
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0they proceeded to murder me in fantastical ways. In my next life, I tried the same thing again, but with a kind-eyed centaur. His eyes quickly lost their kindness, and his hooves
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3pretending to be her, like in the film Catfish. "Perhaps it is time to move on," I wrote in my journal. Then I drew a picture of the two of us growing old. "Fuck fuck fuck," I
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6was Walton, when waves of whispers whipped by. "Signs say someone sees Satan," I heard, harassed by the hooligans that haunted my house. "Ghosts are gay," I announced to anybody
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2doing, living in a place where the local government would pass such legislation? What good does our community reap from constant crotchfires?" I never got a real answer.
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2First up is the pit-tickler, Sven. Next is the nipple-biter, Sven. If you make it through that, you will meet our intestine-twister, Sven. Then a coffee break. Lastly comes the
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3Maria fell for it every time. This time just happened to be fatal. Rolph offered a celebratory round of crack, and everybody got real itchy. Suddenly, Mother Superior jumped to her
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4to adorably solve. Sitting in his ill-lit aquarium-office, trying fruitlessly to light his cigarette, Detective Jason Manatee searched through his records for recent reports of
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6"Here, take mine," he muttered, moving his mouth uncomfortable close to mine. His breath smelled like a cat's steaming insides, and staring into my eyes, he began to disrobe. Ugh.
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1whole house. When I needed my crystal balls juggled, I would go to Little Leroy before even thinking about asking my husband. This, of course, caused some marital issues.
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3And that floating isle was on a collision course with the zombie mecca, Brooklyn. Day after day, the survivors would watch that undead hipster capitol come nearer and nearer, until
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1my soul, and the two of us would be like blue and orange. Complimentary. I asked him on a date, but he was too busy talking to his mirror to hear me. What I needed was a plan.
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0enough gum." "I was asking your brother," I informed him, my tone dripping with shitty attitude. Feeling pissy and restless, I socked him in the eye. Now, at least, I'd be able to
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3and the anti-bomb-bombs. The idea behind these was that they would blow up the bomb before it exploded. This never really worked.
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1to motivate me to widen my eyes. I preferred to keep them narrow so that everybody would know that I was skeptical about whatever they were about. But I still believe in dragons.