Finished Folds (1—7)
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0. I had fought against having raw milk delivered to our house because of risk of poisoning, but this was a reason I hadn't considered-- until it was too late. Did my scaly wife
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1how soon and how bloody it would be. I would brown nose those fuckers for as long as I lived. They not only represent a vastly superior evolutionary track, but they are also really
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5lurked in their 98.6 degree caverns of tongue and teeth. Once the shift was over, my hands cramping, I would stumble out, into my office, and call my wife. "Tell me again why
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5he would normally recommend, but this was verging on an angry mob. "Please do not do that," Abu begged, fleeing from the flying, desert-grown pin cushions. His snakes started to
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1virginities." Well it was just like they told me. I smiled and opened my arms to the ladies, expecting them to come undress me. What they did instead shocked the hell out of me.
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7It kind of annoys me because I never recall Petey liking heroin that much. Being a guinea pig, his tolerance was pretty low, but he survived. The irony is, it was the
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3and proved to be the hardest worker of all. Often, I would lie back and smoke a cigar while he worked, casually pointing out places he'd missed that were actually perfectly fine.