FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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went off with out a hitch until his neck bolts started poking out of his turtle neck sweater. He tried to hide by the punchbowl but Beth spotted him. "Hey Frank! Long time!" "Urgh" -
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But I was ready. When the priest asked for any objections to the union, I stood. "Friends, I am wearing this hazmat suit as a symbol of the toxicity of this so-called marriage. -
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misanthropic bug bites & stings instill you with insecticidal rage?" I couldn't reply. I'd been transported on love's blissful wings to a clinic for the treatment of entomophilia. -
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disapprove of her son Billy's cushion collection, or worse, want to claim it (especially the frilly ones). His mother had an array of suitors, like Billy had an array of pillows. -
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down." Their reinforcements, Itchy & Scratchy, quickly assembled the rocket launcher & handed it to Ouchy. Bonzo was hit in the arse, and swore, regretting he ever went to Bitburg.