He sat back and evaluated His creation. Very solid, He thought. Maybe just a smidge more pestilence. Whoops! Dang it. I dropped the whole jar of plagues. Looks like the 1300s are

around with fortune cookies from The Golden Claw. I was more confuzzled than ever, partly due to skyrocketing MSG blood concentration and partly due to existential dread. Luckily,

was unimaginably hot. My flesh felt as if it would bubble off any moment. As the portal closed I looked back and glimpsed the ice cubes in her lemonade. Inside, Hades now felt

a free mustache ride if the pride is bona fide. The face petting however led to a most unexpected turn of events when my cousin's uncle walked into the room.

It realized, that even if a tomato is a fruit, if enough people think it's a vegetable then it's *almost* the same thing. Similarly, it decided if enough people believed it was a

be penetrated in a most ungentlemanly way by Brutus "The Baton of Baton Rouge" Hallmerhartt in the Third Act. The caper was to take place during intermission. Holmes puffed away.

isnt very modern, so he has brought some dude-mancakes, some niche fruit, and bbq chicken. i think this will be oyr best internet themed dinner yet!" i say, hoping you notice me

know how much of a crime that is?" the porcupine sied. "lock me up walrus. ive got nothin to live for anyway." the porcupine took one last look at her mansion, and silently

had me swelling up something fierce. Adjusting, I willed my vampiric fangs back into their sockets, took a deep breath and glanced at the moon. "My, lovely evening for a

Pythagoras Jr. sat at the back of the class, doodling earnestly when Gauss leaned over and said: "Look, mate, we both know Prof. Fibonacci is going to flunk us if we can't get

I tried to go boneless but my body betrayed me. My throbbing hobgoblin pressed against the hem of Wendy's yoga pants, threatening to wipe out the entire neighborhood if it didn't

Even though my boxers came off in the shower

, his once favorite website was now coated in every god damned flavor of capitalism under the sun! This wasn't just a simple revision. This was a personal attack on Claude.

it was the perfect opportunity to dismantle them. By cheating on his wife, Duchess Plork, with the king's daughter, Ola, he could finally have his anarcho-communistic society!

te the Pledge of Brainrotledgiance. For some reason, Folding Story participants really, really liked brainrot. For the most part, it was a mystery.

tore open it's underbritches with a thunderous fannyclapper. All eyes snapped over to the offending cloud. Pluto laughed first, then Triton, and pretty soon the whole congregation

mysterious door that just appeared. It was a glowing white color, with an eerie buzz coming from it. I stepped forward, entering through the light.

from running out of q-tips. So he would dig deep with one, get it wet, throw it out, start over and over, until he finally scratched that paralyzing itch. When Sysyphus realized he

Take the holodeck for example. Nobody ever bumped into its walls. Klingon wore scrotal sacks on their foreheads. Phasers. 7 of 9's... shoulders. Warp

despondent. But then he came around the corner with THE LEASH! I popped up. Spun around. Didn't bark; I knew that was bad. But I wanted to. I ran over to him with my tail wagging