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Santa.com was taken. So was christmas.com. Gosanta.ca was in Canada, and that didn't make any sense. Canada didn't own Christmas. Theredsuit.np was the best they could do. "Why has it taken us this long to put up a website?" asked Santa.
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My friend Abbs and I were out the other night in Williamsburg since it was so deliciously warm. You'd think the warm weather would put everyone in a good mood, but there's always gotta be one asshole. I went to park my car in front of Harefield Road only to see some…
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102011
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Aw, cheer the fuck up. I'm Silly Putty.
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On September 12th, 2011, the ban on deer hunting became official. Apparently, the hunting and killing of deer had become too cruel.
The ban had been a long time in the making. Ever since man began hunting deer way back in the day—somewhere between a fe
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Yesterday, I ripped off Dollar General. Today my baby died. Tomorrow I will file a lawsuit. After all, someone has to pay.
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The corpse lay silently in his open casket. Dressed in the finest silken suit. Italian. Rubber skin pulled over his bones. Arms folded in eternal prayer.
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I’m a suicide prevention counselor for teens. Most of the time I answer phones and tell kids not to kill themselves over their boyfriends and girlfriends and drugs and rock ‘n’ roll, etc. I’m not even sure what the number is—1-800-DONT-DIE or something li
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106211
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We brought flowers for our dead lovers
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130900
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Staring at her horribly disfigured face, I envied her.
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110411
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A famous author and an inspired writer meet at a coffee shop, both looking for inspiration. The patrons there don’t know if this meeting is by accident or design, but they are in awe of Fame.
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115111
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On an overcast and humid day in August, Jesus—with Dad’s permission, of course—decided to make his grand return.
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Scratch his eyes out, flashed through Edgar's head, scratch his eyes out.
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I've been struck with a bout of writer's block, struggling to get pen to page or finger to keyboard....So I make paper airplanes.
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He nuzzled the breasts with his face for a moment, his leathery skin and tangles of hair tickling her in the process.
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In which Clint is sucked into a remarkably civilised but mildly deranged crime scene. There he encounters almost-blackmail, not-actually prostitution, probable-sex scandals, genuine-imposters & the very real theft of something incredibly important. Twice.
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