Finished Folds (341—354)
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3get it up while laying in the snow. It was just too cold. It was a shameful position to be caught in. Flaccid, naked and freezing and unknowingly standing in front of
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3Little did he know that this TV, the one sitting in his garage that he wanted to throw away, was once the TV they used to help build the fake moon shot. Oh what a glorious ruse
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2just hidden away in the back. How the dog knew about Gorbachev is still one of those fascinating items to be studied. He sure did hate the mailman, though. Every time they
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2moose whistle to my mate. If he ran with it, the rabid moose would chase him and I could get away. But then what? How do we solve
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1but we just cancelled it all. The Prime Minister insisted on Kosher foods but I insisted on real bacon. It was an impasse as large as
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4The piles of papers resembled the drifts of snow that blocked the view outside his tiny basement office. It was *so* cold. He lit the match
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1getting in the way of her flight. She would majic them away but the beer made it difficult to see strait. Maybe next time she'd take a more normal mode of transport.
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2I wept. Just this once I wept. Wept for what could have been. I cocked the swine green gun and sprayed water over him. "I'm melting!" he said. Stupid warlock.
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2the tiny little bridges that were made by the rat-aliens. The detail was extraordinary, filled with emotion
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0get rid of that pesky facial hair. Potato head dolls filled with cocaine might just make it past
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5were finally naked together, later that night, he realized that they should have stayed "just friends." Those lines exist for a reason. He had imagined this moment but her body
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5"But come on, how many wild parties do experimental psychologists have with their rats. Ok, there's probably some weird subset with a fetish." - Jane continued - "I, however,
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1her. She couldn't kill a cow at 20 yards with that thing but I wanted her to. Oh man, to have a good steak right now would make everything all right.
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0the smell was nauseating. The poor guy needed a bath and some type of Freudian glue. But, at that time