What? already? Who? Against whom? Why didn't I hear about this. Dangit Foldingstory's play-by-play coverage of the World Cup is sooOOOooo laggy. You get a red card. Off with you!6
Easy with the red cards, Slim. Now we're down to nine folders to do play-by-play. Hmm, maybe we can dress that streaker up in a broadcaster's suit. You there, have a name? "Chaz."7
replied LucieLucie. Shenanigans. She was up to Hijinx again. The man was naked beneath his suit and LucieLucie decided to make an edgy adjustment to the character: she said he6
had hypnotized himself in 1970 by playing a Beatles record backward. Ever since then he has been wearing love beads and a turban and writing under the name of Ubette. Several6
times a week he would crosswalk Abbey Road. He slept in the bath at the Norwegian Wood apartments. In his trance state, he felt he was the fifth one. At work,6
he lived with all his friends in a yellow submarine but, no matter what he couldn't get his belle Michelle out of his mind. He ended up feeling like he was in strawberry fields for6
ever lovin christ. Just then i heard Rocky Racoon yell out to elanor rigby "i wanna hold your hand while my guitar gently weeps!" She yelled back "Ok why dont we do it in the road?5
Paul McCartney stood and watched while filming his masterpiece. It started famous groupies and took place at a cafe on the left bank in London town.4
Just then Peter Gunn broke through the film reel with his gat in hand. He immediately sussed up that he was in the wrong Folding Story and jumped back taking the true end with it.6
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LordVacuity May 20 2017 @ 23:11
Cries of anguish were heard in the Halls of Folding Story. "Damn that so and so, fathering welp of a manwich! Futique has fucked up another Folding Story. Something has to be done before I will put it on the plate. If it winks at me first, I won't eat it," one of the as yet unmentioned Folders whispered to another Unmentioned. They both turned to look up in the corner of the ceiling where a maelstrom of tomorrow's news was getting sucked out of the slowly smalling room. The maelstrom's heartbeat took us over. Then Now. Now then. It kept a cycle, a kalyuga. We became long strands connecting the true heart to the future and our duties to it. To think otherwise would attract the Thought Police. They had already gotten King Stu, just tonight.
LordVacuity May 20 2017 @ 23:16
But without the true end, how can that really be determined? Did I really fuck it up?
pinky May 21 2017 @ 00:51
These questions can only be answered by the Perspective Detectives. You can find them in the phone book between Opinions and Polyunsaturated.
Rebbie May 22 2017 @ 19:21
I found them! They said they have no opinions you must give them yours.