The Best of Contextomy: XXXII, XXXIII, and XXXV

XXXII.

(throws up hands
flees stage right) 

And I will have you know—

I flee like a girl. 

XXXIII.

Do you like goats?
No?

Then I see no need

for a prenup. 



XXXV.

I strive always to be
the crippled poster child

for sensitivity training

success.


-M.

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The Best of Contextomy: XXIV, XXIX, and XXX

XXIV.

That apostrophe
is one very intelligent
abomination.



XXIX.

After this,
I could use a little

bloody Odysseus. 



XXX.

 Alas!

I am too weak

for to open

my crack bag.


-M.

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