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N. Jones and the Body of Water

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It's been three months since I popped Nebraska Jones in the Wakellium tomb and tonight is my big night. My agent has arranged a showing for one of the greatest Wakellium finds in the past thirty years. The headdress of Marmaren the last great chieftain of the Wakellium people. The stage is set and the crowd is ready, I take a last nervous breath before stepping out of the curtain and greeting the audience. I stand at the podium read from my notes.

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Average: 3.6 (7 votes)

Raiders of the Wakellium Tomb

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"You sure this is the correct tomb?" My assistant, Georgia asks me. We both stand in front of a four hundred year old tomb to a Wakellium chieftain.

"The hieroglyphs here talk about Marmaren the great Wakellium chieftain." I point to my left, shifting my weight because of the pack of supplies on my back.

Staring at the skulls on pikes, Georgia is overcome with fear, "Maybe we shouldn't go in there, it could collapse on us or have deadly traps."

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Average: 3.5 (4 votes)

Am I Crazy, Doc?

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“What’s wrong with me?” I wonder to myself as I pet my flat belly while I lay on my bed looking up at the ceiling. A week ago my pregnant friend stuffed a hose in me and made me swell up like a balloon.

“That’s impossible though - that’s not even remotely, humanly possible. Am I turning into a cartoon?” I give a slight puff on my thumb and I can feel my chest swell a bit with air.

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Average: 3.7 (6 votes)

You Don't Know

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“You look great, Kerry, don’t be so hard on yours,” I tell my friend Kerry who is eight months pregnant.

“I’m a fucking cow! That’s why he ignores me. All he sees is how I used to be thin and I blew up into this,” Kerry says wiping tears that are running her makeup.

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Average: 4 (10 votes)
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