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@ghost-of-a-duke said
I think sir you are overlooking 'white' chocolate. (Or as I call it, 'the devil's food.' )
'WHITE CHOCOLATE! WHITE CHOCOLATE!! THAT NOTORIOUS HATEFUL LYING RIGHT-WING RACIST FASCIST MISOGYNIST PATHOLOGICAL SINO-PHOBIC TROLL GHOST OF A DUDE NOW CLAIMS 'WHITE' IS THE DEVIL'S FOOD,' her keyboard blazed as yet another calling-out-Duchess thread bit the dust and died without so much as a whimper, much less a bang, in the bit-bucket of virtual reality.


Jake Vandertrop broke wind wetly, let out a sigh and raised his hand. The other directors sat around the table in the boardroom looked at him nervously.


@fmf said
Jake Vandertrop broke wind wetly, let out a sigh and raised his hand. The other directors sat around the table in the boardroom looked at him nervously.
LOL 🤣🤣🤣 For some reason that one works, that one's your novel!


When he looked out of the window his eyes grew large as a set of saucers and he said: "What…?!"


In the beginning a god created good and evil. Just for a laugh.

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@petewxyz said
LOL 🤣🤣🤣 For some reason that one works, that one's your novel!
"Farts are funny" said the comedian "but the rest is just shyt".

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@Torunn
Which helped him make up his mind and he decided not to let loose the iron seeking catalyst but instead turn it into a DNA analyser

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in a cave on the island of three dead men, there was a journal with charred edges

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Clarissa saw the letter for what it really was, and the future that it implied.

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While it is true that nature abhors a vacuum, it equally true that my cat seems to hate it far worse......


Ordinarily, I wouldn't have shot a cardinal, but then, this was not to be an ordinary day, and he was no ordinary Cardinal either.


@moonbus
She saw the missile coming in and zapped it with her powerful handheld Xray projector, but missed the first time.


born under a bad sign
doin that crazy hand jive
i drifted down to new orleans
where i was lucky to be alive


Everything ended in a big ball of flame, however to begin at the beginning...


the sound of a breaking heart
is not the sharp shattering of glass
it's more of a creaking olde door
and the soft bump as it closes at last

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