Finished Folds (241—260)
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4was just something about her singing that shot right through to my heart. But here I was, stuck behind the drum kit. No one ever notices the drummer, except of course
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3pickup lines, I found myself needing a shower. This session of "contact the spirit" was getting really strange. Creepy native american ghosts were the worst. Any day I'd rather
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5poor writing. It just didn't help the story move along. It really made him sad to think he was going to have to start all over. His quill quivering with anticipation, he scratched
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1pleasure. Jim didn't understand what he was seeing. He though this was a version of smallpox, but he knew it had been wiped out years ago. The green goo was troubling. Grabbing his
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2What he didn't know is that I was secretly writing a writer for Hitchhiker's Guide. This was so going in there, next to my review of the local pub. They were known far and wide for
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2She tried so hard to get into that pussy loving group. Stupid dog! But she couldn't give him up as his fecal matter, inexplicably and fortuitously, contained the rarest form of
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2the joint with her gospel tunes. She apparently missed the conversation about her husband's love of gospel preachers (Pat being just the most scrumptious). The gravy was congealing
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3I combined them with certain house chemicals in a homemade still to make the best Gin this side of the Miss'ipi. Because of my age, I could only sell it through
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6I wrote the final loop of the code. Nothing to do now but wait until the Reality Forge processed the incantation into a new world. This was my best yet. Filled with
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3perfect for Man Mojitos, and occasionally in Afghani dishes, but as I was deep in Louisiana swamp, the flavors just didn't work. I pulled some spice off her shelf. Odd that it was
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2almost was. If I could have found the flesh fresh, I would have added it to the concoction. The butcher only had frozen that day. I was too proud to use
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3What a good time for his heart to stop, I can insert myself into his brain stem and finally have a host." My thorax disgorged my long sticky
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2millennia. I had been alive sooo long and while building with guava did provide me a way to discuss the loss of structure and the baselessness of time, it was disappointing because
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3they were often confused by the world. Their testicles a verdant hue of vermillion, the gremlins just kept
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2"Tiger doesn't taste near as good as they said it would." We turned back to the television to watch the live match of
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5put the bomb, but boy did that blast rock the whole place. At first, the dust falling from the ceiling actually did look like a snow globe. It was pretty. Then I realized I was
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1He weaved the flag like never before. Gold thread, a bit of silver for pizazz and a whole lot of blue fabric. It was truly majical. When he showed it to her
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3finally be able to enslave them again. But his plan involved reverting Obama back to his African roots, not something that would be easy. He called in
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2water, which sloshed all over the server farm that was serving the mass hallucination. "Oh dangit" said the evil clown from IT now revealed to be George from accounting
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1from the library until he could find the candlestick. That's how this game of clue ended. But the crumbs from the Clark Bar were all over the playing surface. We needed