Finished Folds (2721—2740)
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3had no idea how right she was. After a few seconds of discomfort she was out cold and on her way to the River City processing plant for, well, processing. The only plan the mayor
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6proceeded to form an all-male wiccan with my friends Clive Bixby, Cosmo Kramer, and them Duke boys. It was the awesomest club since that Mickey Mouse operation fizzled out. Most of
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3mind and the understated good looks. Still, I was pleasantly surprised by the amount of attention garnered when wheeling myself into local eateries or just toodling around the mall
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2a really nice pastrami on rye with dijon and a side of slaw all over the inhabitants of the deep end of the pool. The unfortunate regurgitation proceeded to cause
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4My ass is covered in saddle sores from wild goat riding, my hair is infested with chiggers, and I haven't had a coffee in 13 days. Meanwhile, these supposedly untouched tribes are
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4"So, that's pretty much it officer. The duck drowned herself." "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" "And why is your body so, so plump, so seal-like?" "I want a lawyer."
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8showed him a photo of his wife fornicating with a drunk haberdasher in the back of a tuna delivery van. I took no pleasure in it for it clearly broke him. It was a hard
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3"That depends" he answered. "Does 'balls' mean balls?" After two and three-quarters King Cobra 40s and a quick power nap they
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4Let me tell you, I took one look at that situation and got the hell out of dodge. These eyes have seen one too many power tripping talking bulls to want try my hand at resistance.
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10your naming address, social securities number, and just forty American dollars and we will assuredly award you your seventy million dollars prize with large quickness. I await your
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2so futily and yet so beautifully as I felt her ease down my pharynx. Most of the radioactive queen ant continued down into my stomach but a small bit found it's way into my trachea
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4I sighed. Okay, Johnny, I'll tell you one more story before you go to sleep to be sure that you don't have any more nightmares. Here goes. "Once upon a time there was a young boy
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2I'd been steadily haranguing @IAmYeti for weeks. I was just uploading another rip-roaring zinger when I brushed a wee clump of snow off my jacket. But it wasn't snow, it was Yeti's
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5the counselor was a total solar apologist. I should've known by the huge photovoltaic array at his office. So now I can't even go outside without the Sun disappearing altogether.
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6then she remembered she had some leftover Long John Silver's in the fridge. Cher knew there was something about silver being bad for werewolves so she gave the him the leftover
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3as I'd ever be. Inside my kung fu battle bot, I charged back, straight for that-which-should-probably-remain-nameless. We were in a classic game of chicken only the stakes were
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6to the third plane of Nirvana where I'll reunite with kindred spirits assembled through time. One such spirit will have foreseen my arrival and we will push each other's foresight
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2release the trouser kraken! But I must have mistaken that look in her eyes for her response was not what I was expecting. She
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1've got to hold their attention as if they're at a Kournikova-Sharapova Finals. I can tell you I'm at attention just thinking about it. If the troops still aren't paying attention
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4All the kids yelled and cheered their little hearts out until the big G pimp-slapped the camerawoman and said "Yo, I aint no ordinary G. I'ma O.G. and you betta have my money". Whe