I been foldin' since been foldin' since been

I been foldin' since been foldin' since been foldin' since been foldin'. My daddy was a folder. My daddy's daddy was a folder too. Shoot, I been foldin' since before foldin' was

called foldin'. Back in granddads day we called it creasin' & crumplin'. We wasn't picky 'bout neither plot ner sense, just let the stories twist & twitch. But then some smartasses

said let's put this on an electric typing machine! Let's let no account hoodlums and ruffians from across this foresakin' world put in their two cents. Foldin' gone slick. (humph.)

Yer darn tootin'! Why just the other day I was just finishin' a particularly pertinent fold, when some whippersnapper came whistlin' by and folded before I could finish my thought.

felt the one thing wrong with old redneck conservative cartoon characters was the fact that they never seem to be able to just get move on with the fold. Tweety and Sylvester were

Bored with the usual crap. They could get just three channels, not the 362 they paid for. There had to be a better cable service than Google. They asked Magilla the Gorilla who

stood up, yawned while scratching himself & seemingly still sleep walked up to the back wall of the apartment & whispering a name, opened a portal in the wall. He put his left arm

through the portal and immediately it began dissolving until there was nothing left except some stray arm hair wafting on the otherworldly wind. Wincing he took a peek at his stump

and there he saw an eye staring back at him. Inside the portal something awful screamed. My arm was hanging from its eye socket. "I am so out here," I said, and I was.