Finished Folds (181—200)
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5coincided with tummy rumbles from the 4pm snack hour when lunch was long gone but it was still too early for dinner. To Nanorep, each and every planet was alive, but some were real
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4lot of tension in his shoulders. Dale approached and slowly began his expert assault upon Ken's knotted torso. "Here, let me just.." and soon Ken's baby blue polo was in a heap and
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6The Chicken Dance gave way to Brown Eyed Girl as I looked at Rob; Rob looked at Brad; and Brad looked at me. Grabbing a top-layer handful of fondant over lemon cake, I rushed from
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5n attractive member of the opposite sex. 17) Lather, rinse & repeat as necessary. 18) Spend a week trying to break the record for Kegels/hour. 19) Photoshop the selfie from #16 to
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15Doreene shuffled dern ta yeller brick bowleevard and came up on a scardeecrow right dumber'n a box of hammers. Farther on, tey met a tin man who needed his heart transplanted.
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2on the ground where he was sitting. "Yes ... I think that's it ... that's my ass, right?" The monster guffawed again. "Moron! That's a hole in the ground! Now scram" The salesman
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5. All the iChickens thought it was hilarious. "Cluck cluck, we always knew you android chickens were inferior!" they gloated. But Farmer Larry was in no mood. He leveled his shotgu
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1Pacific Ocean over Niagara Falls. A torrent of visual imagery cascading into rivulets of colorful prose. Each fold evaporating into misty nether to form the cloud of a story that
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2tually lost in the Bermuda Triangle. My boss was such a square, he forbade the traditional pre-flight circle jerk and we spiraled down the abyss. An oval beam of light saved us.
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6& received a hard wood shaft to the chops. LJ's belly shook while Robin Hobo took the pizza pie & distributed it amongst the rest of the motley crew. Sated, they lay on the beach
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4a curious swelling in his nether regions but discounted it as likely gravital undertow. Then, shockingly, suddenly, a geyser of Martian
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7I smashed my fist into the radio and shifted the ice pack on my throbbing squob. "EXPERTS, MY ASS!!!" I pulled into Disco Clown Services headquarters and readied the C-4.
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11they hadn't used quite enough. They also didn't know that she regularly got zonked on Jimson tea so she had a high tolerance. Once free, Tharg's wife grabbed a club and loped off
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5right where my tail was taped under and I ended up having to take a dive into the orchestra to avoid a complete blowout. I used a tuba to cover up and exited stage right.
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5being that appeared to be Dennis Rodman and a headache that refused to quit. What. Happened. Somehow he sensed that they were travelling at least at 1.5 times the speed of light wh
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1up the kettle so as not to alarm him or cause undue discomfort. When he was properly boiled they enjoyed him with some fava beans and a nice chianti.
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2would recognize supervillain Roquefort anywhere. One whiff and you were toast. "Plug your noses!" yelled Stringcheeseboy. Of course it was too late for the cops but Stringcheeseboy
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6take his time with it. Task completed, Dark Heart took a quick bath in rabid bat blood and grabbed his soul hammer. But heading down to the dungeon, a shaft of rainbow light shone
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9we took stock of our situation. All our possessions gone, we decided to craft a quick sail from leaves and a poncho and used it to catch the updraft from the blaze. Once above the
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4Bermuda but to get there they'd have to follow a triangular path with at least two right angles. Romeo, Juliet & Capulet were on their speeders when Pythagoras looked down from