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Has the economy been hit so hard that this is all we can afford in flamenco dancers now?

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It’s nice that the LeVar Burton Fanclub finally found a place to meet.

By Jason Scavone

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Run, dude! You’re being attacked by a Raver Medusa! She’ll turn you to stone with three hours of the same jungle track on loop!

By Jason Scavone

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The last person who bumped into the turntables got the Emperor Palpatine treatment.

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Six cups of coffee, four bran muffins and some warm fruit were, in retrospect, a terrible way to prepare for going to the club.

By Jason Scavone

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This is why you never go into the club unless you’re sure everyone has had their rabies shots.

By Jason Scavone

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Not content to continue manufacturing implants with just silicone or saline, Dow Chemical has begun marketing sleeping gas boobs.

By Jason Scavone

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Everything was going fine until the Raver Ninjas showed up.

By Jason Scavone

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Oh. Well that clears that up, then.

By Jason Scavone

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Ever since they handled their little problem with the Big Bad Wolf, these bastards have gotten awfully cocky.

By Jason Scavone