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Canned Insanity
by pirate_11
Description: Hee hee, I made a punny!

Week - 307

Canned Insanity
by pirate_11
Description: I bet you'll find this very shocking.

Week - 331

Canned Insanity
by pirate_11
Description: Poor Sloth. :'(

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Something has Happened!!
by pirate_11
Description: Oh Space Faerie. You so silly.

Week - 698

Vegeterrible - Part 1
by pirate_11
Description: Everyday struggles of being a fruit/veggie chia

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Vegeterrible - Part 1
by pirate_11
Description: Everyday struggles of being a fruit/veggie chia

Week - 701

Vegeterrible - Part 2
by pirate_11
Description: Everyday struggles of being a fruit/veggie chia

Week - 702

Vegeterrible - Part 3
by pirate_11
Description: Everyday struggles of being a fruit/veggie chia

Week - 703

Weewoo Woes
by pirate_11
Description: What's in a name?

Week - 710

Pteri Ptroubles
by pirate_11
Description: I guess that's why I signed that waiver...

Week - 712

'Tis the Season
by pirate_11
Description: They've gotta do something in the winter, right?

 
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Great stories!


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Duplicity: Part Three
It was quiet. Leaves crackled and quivered in the breeze. The roses that wrapped around the balcony’s railings exuded a faint perfume. Lisha and Jeran stared out into the empty night sky, ignoring the city below.

by likelife96

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Janet and Jane: Christmas
So what's in the box?

by chasing_stars44

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'Tis the Season
They've gotta do something in the winter, right?

by pirate_11

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Time for Presents!
Always remember what matters most during the holidays.

by roxanna203

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Simeon's Song: Part One
Ember is standing in the threshold to her kids' peaceful Market Town home, panting and sweating after a frantic run all the way from Werelupe Woods. She's taken a wide stance, as if preparing for a fight, holding a carved bone dagger she doesn't quite know how to use in one hand and half-eaten peachpa in the other. In her panicked rush, she had thrown open the heavy door, sending it slamming against the wall.

by theschizophrenicpunk



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