It was cold and frosty morning on Wearde Road, the sun shimmered over the tamar as the first car arrived in the car park...

I gasped for air as the water ran down my face, rivulets cutting paths down my skin. I had fazed out again, and now I had nearly drowned in the bath. This was all because of that

Once upon a time a green chicken named Effie went into town to meet her friend Marge for lunch. On her way there Effie tripped over the milk duck.

"Butterfly in the sky? Ha, I can get twice as high." I thought to myself as I reached into my Bag-O-Drugs, randomly pulling out

I woke up this morning filled with regret. "If only I hadn't

God asked Dr.Dolittle to gather all the unlikely creatures in a 2nd ark. If he was going to fool scientists with the evolution yarn, the pushme-pullyu, one-eyed purple people eater

When I started hitting up. My life changed completely. Maybe for the better. Definitely for the worse. I couldn't stop. I still can't stop. And now my girlfriend's involved...

He shielded his face from the stage lights and peered out into the audience. "Just a chicken, is there chicken?" <cluck.> "Great! now, we haven't met before right?" <cluck>

Kathi Lee Gifford scraped her fingernails across the chalkboard, causing Jen to cross her legs and clench her teeth. Nonplussed, Kathi Lee ran across the room, screaming for

I have a serious question:

"Smell my finger madame," said the Scottsman to Ms. Marple. He extended his meaty index finger. The nail looked a bit dirty, as if there was some kind of cheese under it.

In the far corner of the boxing ring stood the defending heavyweight champion, Oprah. Her entourage of overweight middle aged woman chanted her name and jeered at the challenger

the elves like to watch. "Don't just stand there." Santa said. "Give Rudolph a hand." The elf working the video camera got in on the action, but not before putting on a bunny mask.

This is a really boring fold. It's the most boring starting fold for a story on the foldingstory website. This boring fold is destined to lead the queue of oldest folds. B

You say 'He lost his life' as if life is something that you can possess or lose. Like its a pair of binoculars or pajamas. The truth is, you don't have a life. You are life like a

"Fossilized ossified ossobuccophile." "Erotic exotic necrotic otters." I countered. This was getting serious. "Elementary sedimentary actuaries" he riposted effortlessly. Sweat

The hounds of the megachurch were set loose on the congregation. To develop the hounds' checkered past, would you accept a side quest entitled "Houndpups Lose Sanity at PetSmart"?

Before winning the Minnesota American Teen Princess pageant, Amber had had no idea how busy her life would become. It seemed that, as part of th contest, each winner was required

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Bob Drane was the company’s vice president for new business strategy and development when Oscar Mayer tapped him to try to find some way to reposition bologna and other troubled me