Dammit! My husband, Jefforama, is beating

Dammit! My husband, Jefforama, is beating me at FoldingStory! Sure, I have more points, but his average is higher. Why must everything in our marriage be a competition?! Jefforama

shoved his wife, the PurpleProf, out of the chair to fold another story."You think you're so smart, just because you're a professor,"jefforama smirked. PurpleProf grabbed jefforama

and shook him right there in the kitchen, bruising the green bananas they had just bought. Then PurpleProf ordered jefforama, "Hand me the laptop!" "Hand me the next fold!" Folding

just under the 4 min mark the amaranthine academic's fold was hardboiled. Don't wait so long! Fold fresh! Admonished Chef Slim. "Who trusts a skinny cook!" gripped the next folder

boldy going where no folder had gone before. His belly bounced as he hopped from the queue and passed the wooden spoon to Hugh, who knew

Richard Nixon and Spiro Agnew, and somebody special who looked just like you. Now, Hugh was a gambler and knew how to lose, he knew how to play 'em and knew how to booze. Tonight

Was the Saturday Night Special. Agnew was licking his chops at firing the special prosecutor. Nixon had a meanie martini with Agnew in the oval office, eating pepperoni pizza.

"Easy on the pepperoni, you swine meister", cooed Nixon at Pat Paulsen. Pat was slightly miffed. He had been promised a rigorous game of Hide the Salami. He missed being the piñata

at the White House Cinco de Mayo celebration. Paulsen began talking shit, so Nixon secretly got G. Gordon Liddy to beat the hell out of him as he walked up 15th Street. Battered