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Pawns

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Once upon a time, there lived a wicked sorceress named Morgana, who lived in an eerie castle in a distant land. She was a tall, slender woman whose face was radiant and beautiful that it is said that no man could take his eyes off her. Her hair long and dark black like the night, and her eyes were cold as ice. She wore a long dress with a red belt. This was always her favorite dress, even on days when she would make the people of a little town run in terror. Morgan was always mean to the people. She would make them slaves and terrorize them. She would make them do her biddings.

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Average: 2.7 (6 votes)

Interview with the Inflatee

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The Balloonmaker

The Balloonmaker
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Average: 4.2 (33 votes)

Inflatomancer

Inflatomancer
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Average: 4.2 (34 votes)

who needs mace

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who needs mace
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Average: 3.7 (15 votes)

oops

oops
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Average: 4.1 (18 votes)

Poor Choice of Words, A

“Superior Lace Underwire, this is Suzie.”

“Hello, I’m trying to procure some unmentionables for my wife, but I’m not even sure if it’s feasible given her unusual requirements. I’m wondering if you could help.”

“Custom lingerie is our specialty.”

“Excellent. By the way, I’ve always thought the name was devilishly clever.”

“To be honest, I never cared for it. Over the top if you ask me.”

“Shouldn’t that be under?”

“You’re pretty clever yourself.”

“I can’t help it, it runs in the family.”

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Average: 4 (14 votes)

Red Christmas

It was the night before Christmas when Santa Claus fell ill.
He was under a mountain of blankets, warding off chill.

Mrs. Claus took his temperature; ‘twas 102.
“Dear Nicholas,” she said, “Whatever should we do?”

With a cough and a hack, he beckoned an elf to his side.
That elf was Ginny, whose beauty and charm were bona fide.

Her long ginger hair flowed in tangles from beneath her cap.
Fit, young, perky: she was strictly kept from Santa’s lap.

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Average: 3.6 (10 votes)

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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Average: 3.2 (12 votes)

Proof

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“Santa Claus is real, and I’ll prove it!” Robin said. She had just finished rigging a net over the fire place and was carefully setting more traps around the Christmas tree.

“Let it go,” Jenna sighed, rolling her eyes. “Santa’s a myth.”

“And if he is real, then he’s far too clever for you to ever catch him,” Sadie smirked.

“Don’t encourage her!” Jenna scolded, poking her housemate. Jenna was astounded that Robin, an otherwise brilliant and rational person, still believed in Santa Claus.

“Why not? It’s fun.”

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Average: 4.2 (13 votes)
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