Butt Inflation

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decompression

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The question men hate

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The question men hate
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Factory, The

She awoke with a start, her dream of weightless frolicking interrupted by the sickening feeling of free fall. Down she fell from her pleasant dreamscape back into the cradling arms of her real world bed, the illusion of clouds being replaced by her comforter and the soft red glow of the clock.

2:34 AM.

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The_Night_of_the Inferno_15

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Senel three B

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Secret Santa

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For the past three years, Nick had dutifully played the role of Santa Claus at Bristol's Galleries Mall. He hadn't meant to take the role originally, but as he was a fairly husky man, and could put on a decent baritone voice, his superiors had decided that he would fit the role of Santa perfectly. He'd come to actually enjoy the role every year; getting paid extra to just sit around in a costume and amuse a bunch of kids all day was certainly preferable to dealing with crowds of annoying Christmas shoppers.

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Resolutions

Pffffft. The genie arrived without fuss and smoke.

“Cool. Do I get three wishes?”

He checked his outfit.

“Wrinkle-free folding my ass.”

“Excuse me, but I just let you out. Do I get three wishes or not?”

“What? Oh, yeah. Thanks. Fire away.”

“I want you to help me with my new years resolutions.

“Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I already told you.”

“You’re allowed to think about these things, map out possible consequences, make sure I’m not going to give you a Twilight Zone ending.”

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Christmas Protocol

“I said no.”

“C’mon,” I whined. “We’re both adults. Let’s do the presents now.”

“No!” cried Carol. “I told you, it’s only fun if you follow protocol.”

“There’s Christmas protocol?” I asked in disbelief.

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