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  1. The crack and crumble of his salt-n-vinegar Pringle shattered the tense silence like a china plate hitting a tile floor. "Uhm...sorry?"
  2. He rather abruptly learned that the wheat grass and poblano chalupa wasn't really what was called for in quelling the post binge hangover.
  3. Even though she begged him not to hate her, he knew it was too late for that. Too late for a lot of things, but especially for that.
  4. Karen understood the consequences. Understood, but simply chose not to care. She'd let the survivors worry about the consequences.
  5. Subtly, with a practiced air of nonchalance, Derek quietly slid the last Cool Ranch Dorito out of the bag. Then, quite smugly, he ate it.
  6. Sunlight bled into the new morning like a slowly spreading stain on fresh bandages over a freshly opened wound.
  7. As diabolical plans go, it wasn't bad; yet it suffered from that that one critical failing common to so many of its kind: Passive Voice.
  8. Arguably, the best defense is a good offense, unless, of course, you are running an ironman defense with three players out with swine flu.
  9. Denise had tried her whole life to be bubbly. But now, at 40, she realized she would only ever be, at best, mildly effervescent.
  10. It flew past his head and shattered with remarkable violence against the wall. Note to self: The correct answer is NO, you don't look fat.
  11. "No, No, NO! I'M Starsky, HE'S Hutch." She had to admit that the kinky role-playing, while at times interesting, could also be confusing.
  12. It was an image he would carry with him forever, despite once trying to carve it out of his cranium with the dull edge of rusty spoon. Once.
  13. The bell rang for the 2nd round, but bloodied and beaten, he threw the towel into center ring, suffused with only relief as the boos echoed.
  14. This was NOT how Heaven looked on the brochure. Dave knew then that he should have paid for the upgrade to the Premium Package. Damnit.