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ADXFEDL Super Punch
LDLLOPZ Unlimited Ammo
FFDVWTU Maximum Hit Points
JWEBUJN Mega-Jump
DSCXPOG No Hunger
EYENVDT Don't Need Sleep
PSDQUIV Infinite Lives
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145900
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The pit of my stomach was bottoming out, this lurching sort-of feeling one experiences when one has coasted WELL OVER an abyss and has no way of finding one's bearings . . .
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8250
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Bear Crashes Picnic, Grabs I-Pad and Food
Bear seen liking grocery stores on Facebook
Bear seen posting some pretty grizzly photos
Also, this just in:
Global bacon shortage
is going viral
Folks, you’re plumb out of pork
and fat and stuff
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40563
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The point is to look busy without getting fired.
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2110
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Russian church urges Pussy Riot members to repent
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107320
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Contemporary persecution of Christians takes on milder forms of torture like having to explain away something Pat Robertson said, or constantly having to hear about Fred Phelps picketing funerals because he happens to hate homosexuals.
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1910
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Behemoth birds attacked us
Pterodactyls of the worst order
Arses! Worse! Arses on fire!
Dragons with dragon chariots draggin’ behind
Tremendous whores
with tricks up their sleeves and dresses!
Okay, I exaggerate
One fire-red piss ant
cra
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66300
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Luke Warm and the Sole Contenders.
Door Odor Ant.
Release My Pajamas!
Behemoth Pterodactyls.
Dragon Wagons.
Mucked Up.
The Gosspinator.
Italian Film Director.
Summer Dress.
Unsolicited Advice.
Golden Calf.
The Gum-Chewin Gurus.…
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4000
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Please don't call me Spock. That was the plan, to call me Spock, as reported by bloggers when they first began posting rumors I was a guinea pig in a “top secret government project”...
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126833
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Let's buy this robin's egg blue furniture. Okay. Let's buy this album full of wren songs. Uh, okay.
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4010
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“Lady, you want me to take a drug that will give me a permanent hard-on while I'm here in prison? You are joking! You think I want some drooling troglodyte cutting my dick off and feeding it to me in a hotdog bun?”
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2910
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“My god, Al, you're gray. Oh, no! You're going bald!” She laughed again, louder this time, and reached to grab what was left of my hair. I pulled back and grabbed her wrist. I let it go.
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6221
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duck tapes are no longer being produced secretly, as previously promised in the Sixties. They were right there out in the open. What was the use in being a covert agent during that era anyway, I want to know? Only, did you know they don’t even know how to
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109770
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Whenever Mommy was gone, Josh Forcett's father made him eat staples, often by the spoonful.
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5921
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“You look pretty good for a zombie, Joan.” I tried to keep from smiling, and failed. She did look good. Chestnut hair, dyed, of course, and some age lines in her face, but...
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