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  Dr Avery mad scientist. October 20, 2026, 11:47 PM. The fluorescent lights of Avery Reed's private biochem lab hummed like dying wasps, casting jagged shadows across beakers frothing with neon liquids. She'd missed dinner—again—but the half-empty bottle of Polish rye vodka clutched in her left hand counted as a liquid meal. Her right trembled slightly as she adjusted a microscope, its lens focused on a slide smeared with crystallized proteins that shimmered like crushed rubies. This was Project Dionysus: her moonshot to engineer ethanol molecules that delivered euphoria without consequences—no hangovers, no addiction, just pure, guiltless abandon. A Nobel Prize or a fiery death, either would silence the nagging voice whispering that she hadn't earned her doctorate.  A bead of sweat trickled down her temple as she squinted. The sample glowed under UV light, reacting unpredictably to her latest enzyme cocktail. Outside, rain lashed against the high windows, blurring the cit...
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Fair

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National Pasta Day

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  “Passa's ready babe,” your girlfriend slurred. Judging by the way her heals clicked unsteadily on the small gallery kitchen floor, the way her gray skirt was hiked up to show her white panties, her blue satin button up hung off one shoulder displaying a load of bra less cleavage, and her slightly disheveled locks, and half mast, glassy eyes, you knew she was drunk. High too juging by the smoke from the bong in the back of the kitchen. It was easy to guess how she got in such a state-the recipe called for half a cup of wine, so she drank the rest of the bottle. When that was empty, she opened another. Somewhere along the line, she decided to have a little weed. What was less clear was why? “Wow hun-looks great? Whatsthe occasion?” you asked-it was not uncommon for her to get drunk, or cook, or both, but you still had to ask. “Iss national passa day,” she explained. 
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Sweets

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 A Dunsel image  I had an idea to make it a   halloween   image with a few tweeks. Image tweaked with picsart ai,  text tweaked by me. She's hot and loopy, elegant and drunk, She's all together sexy. A treat for him, a trick for her? Enjoy. My my, tommy.  Arenshya the hannsome baseball player.  Bud arenshya a li'l old t'be oud trick orr treating? never mine, pud thad canny down ann follow me upssstairs.  Mizzus Addams’ gonna give yoo a verry, verry nish treat, young man. M-M-Mrs. A-addams…I think maybe you’re…a little….Y’know…Drunk. Mm-hmmm. Ann issat a problem for you, Tommy? Uhhhhhh… I dinn think so. Less go, sweet. Iss time for yer treat.
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Purple People Eater

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Alice the riper

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  Alice the riper. 
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Bonfire

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  Oh my darlin Clemintine    Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Oh, I'm begging of you please In the dark of the night, next to the raging bonfire Burning like a summer sun A bunch of rednecks getting half lit Your friends Clemintine and Jolene were more than half lit-they were loaded. As you approached them with a fresh bottle of moon shine, you found them laying their, youth full orbs on full display, kissing. Bonfire, dance a little jig Hold up your cup and take another swig
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