Finished Folds (1—20)
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2Of all the pies - apple, cherry, moon, even pigeon pie, there was but one pie that Bartleby longed for. It had ruined him for all other pastries. He would sit in math class, idly
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2"I've also been attending a 12-step program for creatures with anger-management issues. Mothra hosts them at the local Episcopal Church. I can change, Scales, you've just got to
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6clear that the magic boots refused to budge. I was stuck. There would be no pigeon pie for dinner tonight unless I could free my feet. I hope I still had my receipt
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3extruded another treat, this one resembling the white-chocolate almond truffles for sale at Sees. "Very popular" quipped the bird to Mssr. Frog, but I find the salted crickets
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4to send smoke signals to the undead, where he would lure them in by passing a a recently deceased lady-ghoul. Truthfully, the goblin preferred the taste of pigeon, but ever since
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5and went crashing straight into a discarded baptismal, now serving as a koi-pond replete with lilies and gold fish. This will never do. The pope is depending on me to locate the
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5way from the wastelands of east L.A,. through San Bernadino, until I reached Death Valley. I will show those cacti what it means to mess with a thirsty hippie intent on finding
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7had published to the internet 6 months prior. Apparently, WikiLeaks did a better job of backing up their servers than the government did, many of these files were corrupted
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7was not nearly as hard as my dad hiding it from her. I think that's why she slept on the couch sometimes. She said the chickens don't lay eggs when they are stressed, and
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4"Ssssh! Sanjaya Malaker is about to perform the Theme From Titanic" Cthulu click-whistled, the lizard men flexing their neck flaps in appreciation. Cthulu loved showtunes, it was
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1The Reverend wasn't exactly an ordained minister. Rather, he was a procurer of unusual remedies, fine tinctures, concoctions, and various cures and
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4Figaro. Figaro came from a mixed background, his parents always said he was 100% theirs but other plants wondered about his family tree. AcornSquash never questioned his dear
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1companies building auto-tele-dildonic devices. Wired magazine had a major article dedicated to it, and they have been right on everything except the flying car. My ass indeed
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1the fiddle with which I had bested him during my stay with the Charlie Daniels Band. "This will put an end to country music forever!" he exclaimed with glee, and then sent me back
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4What exactly happened is still a mystery. He kept a diary of the entire phenomenon during his four years of incarceration on that island, but much of it is encrypted. The pictures
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4about what you'd expect from a rutabaga. I'm sorry, I know you had such high hopes but I think with time, and prayer, you'll come to see that
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2to the thoughts of Ibiza, the dreams of foreign travel, wild sex on the beach and riding elephants - not at the same time mind you! It was gone. I had danced the night away...
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5There is a lack of stories about Gargoyles and pigeons. Perhaps because the two are far too busy fighting to detail their chronicles. This is the story of a little stone boy name
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2. Her crop was ruined. The once sticky buds were now pungent. The skunky aroma was overpowered by a bovine-haggis-pee smell that irritated the throat on even the slightest inhale
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2squab-grois would make a delightful dish, if only the pigeons would sit still long enough to catch. Sometimes, he would pose for hours, just waiting for one to perch upon him,