Roland, chef de partie of the Chacune et chacun Fantaisie restaurant, had an appetite for sabotage. He'd slip osmium cubes in tourtes so the serveurs would drop unbalanced trays on

Jeremy had a time machine and sent himself back before The Singularity to a time when things made sense and people could speak in sentences instead of bobbling around like fish in

I did the fandango. He moonwalked. I countered with running man to robot running out of batteries. He threw up a huge West Side symbol and did the splits. I foxtrotted. He salsa'd.

"Really?" Art Garfunkel was incredulous. "Rubbing parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme on my feet will do it?" "Indeed," intoned Dr. Robinson. Homeopathic remedies for foot odor

AnneMarie,dancer at L'OperaBallet,Paris where students are called"little mice",had a rat phobia.Almost impossible to her to say yes to the part on TheNutcracker."Mice King my ass!"

The Ducks of Al-Hazred had once been ordinary fowl, but, having read from the gibbering madness written by the author of the Quackronomicon, what sanity they had went the way of

All love stories are ghost stories.

Resolutions I will make, but probably won't keep in 2016: (1) Spend less time on FoldingStory (2) Lose weight, exercise more, (3) Get more sleep, (4) Be nicer to Jefforama, (5)

"Cat got your tongue?" said Natasha. It was true. My Tabby Dmitry blew me a rasberry. Meanwhile I had his tongue. I felt the raspy prickly velcro-like texture of it & had an urge

that may be well and good that you are top in FoldingStory." said my wife. "But when are you going to make me Empress of the World?" And so I began, dear reader

Garrett was only 23 and not at all physically damaged when he decided to go for the most well-reviewed biochassis that he could afford. But when it came to dating,

The car was entering the curve at well below the speed limit. Little did this matter as the driver was blindfolded. This was the ultimate test of clairvoyance. As the road turned,

"I can make good soup with anything," my hubby said. I pfft-ed and scribed more plans for world domination. He swiped my notes and threw them into the pot. The broth gurgled evilly

Yesterday I found myself in the Banal Zone. My cousin's fiance and I found ourselves discussing cheese and cheese product. I insisted on only having real cheese on my sandwiches &

I told my guests that I loved their shoes so that they might keep them on, the sight of crinkled toes made me dizzy and ruined more than one Amway party

Gwen pulled into the parking lot of Aunt Valetta’s Sentient Sofa Bar and Grill™. She'd been starving all day, but hadn't found a thing to eat at the Turgid Stoat Sanctuary.

Hey, kids it's me, I bet you thought that I was dead! But when I fell over I just broke my leg and got a hemorrhage in my head! Ha-ha-ha!

At the intersection of concentration, logic, and luck, we have

Say Seniorita, are we walking down the street on the very same day? Let's get together and call ourselves an institute. We'll call it the Institute for the Preservation of

What if, at the end of December, no matter how many prayers you said or virgins you sacrificed or spirits you appeased, the nights got stuck & never got any longer?