The Best of Contextomy: XLII, XLV, and XLVII

XLII.
(written by S. G.)

The sun
is a nuclear fusion
reactor

since I was two.



XLV.

I think I made it
worse.

Now, 

instead of looking

vaguely sexual,

it mostly just looks

like a sad, 
sad hat. 



XLVII.

Good God I am 
evil.

-M.

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The Best of Contextomy: XXXVI, XL, and XLI

XXXVI.

The phrase
Instigatory little bastard
comes to mind.

I made up instigatory
to highlight  

bastard.

XL.

It’s like getting punched
in the face
by something

very, 

very beautiful. 

XLI.

Why, Darling—
that was a little sharp.

It kind of tickled though, but…

Jesus!

Am I bleeding?

-M.

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