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Fred Flintstone rolled around on his rough stone bed. He
Everything in the house was cold... it was the middle of a harsh winter, and his neighbors had fallen sick, many even to their deaths.
Fred walked into the kitchen and greeted his daughter, Pebbles, and his wife, Wilma. Wilma was slaving over the stove as usual, but she could not cook anything. Apparently, she was having difficulty starting a fire. This did not make Fred a happy camper, as he wanted his breakfast and knew he was already late for work.
Wilma broke an empty vodka battle over the stove, and turned around to face Fred to retaliate. Her eyes were burning red, and it
Fred walked to the front room of the house, picked up his favorite club, and returned to his motionless wife. He proceeded to bash his
Bam-Bam proceeded to pick Fred up, and slammed him to the ground five hundred and seventy six times. Fred
Everything in the house was cold... it was the middle of a harsh winter, and his neighbors had fallen sick, many even to their deaths.
Fred walked into the kitchen and greeted his daughter, Pebbles, and his wife, Wilma. Wilma was slaving over the stove as usual, but she could not cook anything. Apparently, she was having difficulty starting a fire. This did not make Fred a happy camper, as he wanted his breakfast and knew he was already late for work.
Wilma broke an empty vodka battle over the stove, and turned around to face Fred to retaliate. Her eyes were burning red, and it
Fred walked to the front room of the house, picked up his favorite club, and returned to his motionless wife. He proceeded to bash his
Bam-Bam proceeded to pick Fred up, and slammed him to the ground five hundred and seventy six times. Fred
Everything in the house was cold... it was the middle of a harsh winter, and his neighbors had fallen sick, many even to their deaths.
Fred walked into the kitchen and greeted his daughter, Pebbles, and his wife, Wilma. Wilma was slaving over the stove as usual, but she could not cook anything. Apparently, she was having difficulty starting a fire. This did not make Fred a happy camper, as he wanted his breakfast and knew he was already late for work.
Wilma broke an empty vodka battle over the stove, and turned around to face Fred to retaliate. Her eyes were burning red, and it
Fred walked to the front room of the house, picked up his favorite club, and returned to his motionless wife. He proceeded to bash his
Bam-Bam proceeded to pick Fred up, and slammed him to the ground five hundred and seventy six times. Fred
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