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Education System.
“That is wonderful, Bobby. We should soon complete this sacrificial altar to the almighty Beelzebub.
Freddie…did you remember to bring a young goat and a virgin to class?”
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THE THREE THOUSANDTH POST IS…
…A DOCTOR! Looking at diabetes! In a test tube!
Yes, that is what diabetes looks like. A brown liquid that looks a little bit like too much Coca-Cola.
Hey, the past three thousand posts have been real, y’all. Here’s to three thousand more.
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Deep Thoughts In The Garrett
A lovely service was held for Gertie later that week. The weight of her dress had caused her to sink like a stone as the dolls floated nimbly on the top.
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Mixed Metaphors.
Mabel stood at the edge of Rickett’s Pond, rubbing her hands together in despair. Baby Ronald had made it, against all odds. You see, Mabel had been an only child for many years, and only children didn’t have to share toys or Nanny’s attention. She knew the stork had brought him, and she so desperately wanted the stork to take the monster child from whence he came. But Providence prevailed, and the naked infant came forth in triumph.
Next time, to the cabbage patch.
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Stash It.
“They’ll never find it here!” smiled Jeffy, lifting the lid of his freshly carved pumpkin. “The po-po will never suspect this innocent jack-o’-lantern as my dime bag stash spot. And what a bitchin’ bong.”
It WAS a fine bong.
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