This fold is the work of genius.

This fold is the work of genius.

So minimalist... the brevity of it. And yet, it expounded on my vast intellect. I was one of the elite. I'm so perfict. (perfect, damn)

Ah yes, men. Can't live without 'em, can't shoot 'em. I may as well do what I gotta do to them to get what I want. Who me? Jaded? Naaawww. Just realistic.

Said the new president, solemnly, to his audience of 50 million. As inaugural addresses went, it was somewhat unorthodox, but we live in changing times - and beside, the autocue

pool tables were sure to be a hit! Why excel when technology will do it for you? "An autocue in every entertainment room!" President Collateralized-Debt-Obligation sang to a throng

happy miners, well mostly happy. One of the miners was grumpy. But they'd gotten a little spike in their energy by a teenage, wealthy and beautiful woman who'd squatted at their

pit toilet when a casual walk through the woods had been interrupted by the inevitable complications of Crohn's disease. The dwarves thought the woman was white as snow so they cal

led her Betty. It didn't matter to them that she smelled. As long as Betty would cook & clean for them, the dwarves were willing to overlook her Crohn's disease. One day, a prince

came. "Are you hiding the crone who seduced my wife with an apple?" Betty White said "Olaf, is it you?", did a little bowel-powered jig & the Prince succumbed to her odorous charm.