Finished Folds (161—180)
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1so the Sin Arena where I was able to satisfy all my basest desires. After that, I napped.
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4know what love is. I asked my friend if she wanted to make out. She was down! This world is crazy. Then we had sex. Then she got pregnant! I wasn't down for that. I skipped town
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0I was skeptical about this proposal, but I decided to try it out. I approached the nearest stranger--a man whose face appeared to have been melted off in a very recent fire. I
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5"Hee hee." "Are we done giggling?" asked Sister Christian, "Because you all make me sick."
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3finished my burger-slurping show, lassoed the Grimace, and rode his purple gumdrop ass in the direction I had seen the Hamburgler flee. I shouted, "Mayor McCheese will be avenged!"
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2was locked in a bathroom for two years and survived on the condensation that formed on the porcelain crescent. Two years well spent, I proudly thought to myself, sucking the last
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4reciting various lines she had heard that day on television. Lisa's play turned out to be about the real and imminent mortal danger they, and everybody else on the planet, was in.
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4"hello," "pay," and "for sex." I let him continue to scream into my face, smiling and nodding, as I let his car roll slowly toward the street. He followed, pounding on the window
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2moved into our seats, but the businessmen would not stop complaining. I used the clicker again and, inspired by Inception, gave the two men the idea that they would jump out of the
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2tears away. The dense physical and emotional trauma he had suffered through in the last five minutes aged him. "Okay, okay... you can come in." I unlocked the door,
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0caught it effortlessly and began to flirt into it. I knew there was nobody on the other line, but I didn't have time to waste--I had two fat tickets to see Rush and I would stop
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4several high-end single barrel scotches in his arms, and I had to lower my gun. He had hostages. "Listen," I said, "We can talk about this." My mouth watered for the peaty potables
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5seemed to reveal a map to the ghosts' treasure. Hannah began to prepare for the journey: she packed holy water, granola bars, a proton pack, and several changes of underwear. She
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2bit of pudge, or "muffin top" if you will, hung over from his left love handle. This was the objectively sexiest option. Under this fold of fat, he tucked his .22, and made his way
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6kind of bee-worship went on in the rap world? He sighed and resigned to leave it as one of life's mysteries. His stomach grumbled, so he want to the Combination Pizza Hut and Taco
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4created by an asian Space Witch. He and his friend Timmy jockeyed for the pink suit, but it was no good--they were strong-willed kindergartners. "A contest," he suggested. I said
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3what she was in for, but she knew by the end that I was not fucking around. I waved the wet rags in her face. "THIS IS HOW THINGS WORK HERE," I screamed, spittle flying from my lip
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5shrapnel tore through his big red squeaky nose and caused his bow tie to spin. He knew this was the end: the world had declared war on clowns, and he was the only one left. Nothing
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2statue of Barack Obama, which towered above the ocean about a half mile. The stew was finally ready, so the cook had the vessel anchored and set places for dinner. Nobody came. Why
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5belonged to, but I knew it must be RZA of the Wu-Tang Clan. I told him, "Yes, I brought it," and pulled from my backpack a DVD showing my childhood martial arts practices. He