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Written by Chris Kmotorka
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Jan 25, 2007 at 09:02 PM |
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Boredom breeds cruelty; that's something I've always believed. From a child dipping gerbils in kerosene, watching them blaze trails of fire through a backyard field, to a man swerving his car to hit a dog on the road at night to stay awake - it all comes down to boredom. Daddy doesn't know I've lost my job. I'm not sure he knows... |
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Written by Steve Angell
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Jan 11, 2007 at 07:57 PM |
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"Should the cookies taste like Play-Doh?" Paul had just taken a bite out of one of the homemade cookies that his wife had baking all day. Turning toward her husband Mary's angry stare immediately informed Paul he made a big mistake... |
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Written by Rudy Basso
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Dec 29, 2006 at 05:54 PM |
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Mario and Luigi are sitting in Princess Peach's castle, having just saved her from the evil King Koopa. LUIGI: (sighs) Why do we even do this? Seriously? MARIO: Huh? Why do we do... |
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Written by Steve Angell
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Dec 21, 2006 at 07:57 PM |
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‘Twas three days before Christmas And the stores were all packed They were filled with parents shopping If you can imagine that But even through the bustle A joyous sight could be seen As little Marie ran toward toys... |
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Written by Steve Angell
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Dec 11, 2006 at 08:59 PM |
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Awakened by a strange noise, Herbert slowly rose to get a view of his surroundings. The time on his clock said it was just past 2am. Still half asleep, he surveyed his bedroom trying to see what had awoken him, but it was useless, it was pitch... |
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Written by Steve Angell
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Dec 11, 2006 at 08:33 PM |
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To his piercing eyes he could discern that this island, which he named Cambrosia, was inhabited only by wild animals and palm trees. He spent his first few hours futilely trying to escape this tropical dungeon through any means possible. His first plan was to make a raft... |
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Written by Steve Angell
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Nov 26, 2006 at 09:00 PM |
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It was the type of Saturday afternoon that only the months of summer could provide. The laughter of small children filled the air and mixed with the musical melody provided by the robins and blue jays that were nesting in the trees. The sweet smell of flowers in bloom permeated Anna’s nostrils as she stooped over her rose bush and carefully trimmed the dead... |
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