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My Virgin Eyes.
“No.” But he lazored my flowers! We Knock In This Castle. “No.” He so did! He came up and he charged his laser, and- “I don’t care. First, I’ve heard this son… more →
Reynard Noir: The Seedy Underworld of Slylock Fox
My Virgin Eyes.
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Reynard Noir wrote 1 year ago: “No.” But he lazored my flowers! We Knock In This Castle. “No.” He so did! H … more →
A Girl Has To Do What She Can To Get What She Wants.
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Reynard Noir wrote 1 year ago: They’ve got a Phrase for situations like this: Too Convenient. Ey, Fox, ya gimma hand with dis … more →
He Is Jack's Unhingable Jawbone.
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Reynard Noir wrote 1 year ago: You have to understand, that’s not the easiest question for me to answer. It ain’t often … more →
Wolf Wear.
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Reynard Noir wrote 1 year ago: “Didn’t we bring her in on a poisoning charge about a year ago?” Mebee she got off … more →
Not 'Sense of Humor' So Much As 'Vivid Halucinations.'
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Reynard Noir wrote 1 year ago: You must tell me how much I weigh. “That is easy. You weigh Turkey and Cheese and Pastrami and … more →
Gumshoe.
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Reynard Noir wrote 1 year ago: “These, ahem, ‘gold coins’ of yours tend to get stolen an awful lot, seems to me. … more →
Mama Take This Badge Off Of Me, I Can't Use It Anymore.
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Reynard Noir wrote 1 year ago: Hey dere Max. Hey, Dog. See, dat’s whut I talkin bout. Fox never did bother lernin mah name, j … more →
He Has a Phone, You Know.
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Reynard Noir wrote 1 year ago: Ah caint think what this wohld is comin to when such a shameless hussy as that runs off with the pri … more →
Hungerstruck.
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Reynard Noir wrote 1 year ago: I sez youz gots ta eat, so youz gots ta eat! N-no! Mos people’s glad ta get dis stuff! Dere … more →
WHAT IS THAT.
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Reynard Noir wrote 1 year ago: I’ve seen things, in my time, that have hardened me. I’ve seen a beaver put main-alterin … more →
How To Waste An Officer's Time.
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Reynard Noir wrote 1 year ago: My discussion with Gentlelady Weasel Thief turned up nothing but quiet housewifely politeness. She … more →
Why, He's Just Misunderstod.
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Reynard Noir wrote 1 year ago: “Alright, let’s get this over with- gah.” Whutsa matta? “It’s… r … more →
Slylock Himself Does Not Count As A Woodland Friend.
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Reynard Noir wrote 1 year ago: Sly, I really aint likin dis. “Not your job to like it.” We’re somewhere northwest … more →
Not A Cheap Melodrama.
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Reynard Noir wrote 1 year ago: Hey- Aw Gawd Sly! Dere’s a Hideous Mutan’ on da ski lift! “Max, you shouldn’ … more →
At This Rate, I'll Be Solving Lasagna Thefts Next.
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Reynard Noir wrote 1 year ago: It was cold. A mean sort of cold, the kind that squeezes through the seams of your clothes like some … more →
Most 'Suredly So, Sir! De Whole Ball o' Wax!
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Reynard Noir wrote 1 year ago: I know I’m-a gonna regret askin dis, but whut da blue monkey heck’re we doin in Casablan … more →
I Can't Call This 'Rear Window' Because I Don't Know Whch Side Of The Building That Is.
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Reynard Noir wrote 1 year ago: I swear, it always rings when I’ve got my hands full. One improvised grocery juggling act clim … more →
I Am Exactly A Week Behind.
Reynard Noir wrote 1 year ago: “Hang on, I just gotta make sure of somethin first.” What are- OW! I say! Unhand my must … more →
Foreshadowed.
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Reynard Noir wrote 1 year ago: The door swings slowly open, like a rusty bear trap just praying that you’ll think it’s … more →
