Finished Folds (2881—2900)
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7in the southwest corner of Central Park. Quite nice actually. They'd dined on castoff hotdog buns and squab tartar, which is an acquired taste, to be sure. The fake orphan grew to
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5the blood of an Englishman. "I'm Welsh!" I screamed. But the 3 french hens were on me. They were like Hitchcock's birds, only worse. If it wasn't for 4 calling birds floating down
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4So I grabbed the punk elf, got him in a headlock and said "You're way outta pocket now you pint-sized midget!" I threw him up against the base of the Gumdrop Mountains. But then 4
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4with my Sportsman on dub so I headed for the nearest Temple. I played the fowl prophesy for the chazzan at the door but he took me for a fool. I had to make him understand: the fat
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6began pole-dancing in the rec room. Colonel Mustard tipper her a 5, poured himself three fingers of Glenlivet and began pressing cartridges into the revolver. The next roll was a 9
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2egg bowl and said "Oh, are you finished? Well then, allow me to retort." And then he calmly poured raw scrambled eggs all over her head. She shot up out of the chair and sputtered
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6poetic about the concrete jungle while Scarn argued with B'Chug about their predicament. "Maybe if we get Manatee to tickle the hippo's gag reflex?" Big Lion hit the blunt and
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3and tried to ransom him back to his people. Something must have gotten shifted in the dialect I used because instead of 1000 bajillion yen, I got two dozen yak eggs that looked
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2I was finally on my way outta the joint after the bum Grand Theft Auto rap that got pinned on me. My cousin Tony had come up on a Caddy and when he got pinched by the fuzz he put
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6It's actually easiest to just start at the end of this story. Here I sat, celebrated war hero, Lt. Commander John Dykeson, about to take my own life. It had been a mostly good life
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4jury rig a jumping jack contraption but after juxtaposing my geriatric frame into the jumper I realized that I'd jostled loose a gelatinous Jujube that had just barely been holding
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5Johnny was in the diner basement mixing up some medicine when a man in a coonskin cap in a pig pen asked for 11 dollar bills. But he only had 10. So he asked him: How does it feel?
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9n object that's sharp but pointed in many different directions like a medieval mace. Det. Manatee was known for unorthodox interrogation methods and small, widely-spaced eyes that
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2and ran it through the pimply teen behind the counter. A blood curdling scream ensued. Napoleon looked around, surprised at the reaction, and calmly began daubing the blood on a DQ
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5bow, with a sour but complacent expression. When my estranged brother limped off the Milky Way Federation's Mars transport vessel I felt a surge of
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3lining the bottom of his crate desperately needed changing but she couldn't be bothered. When protective services finally arrived the large yellow
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4get Schlit-faced and see what happened. One thing led to another and by the time Sally'd polished off her 3rd 24oz can the Kool Aid man had the bull by the
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3a couple of interns whose previous experience included donut runs down on Avenida de las Pulgas. White Chicks was on a loop on the TV inside the donut shop but most of the patrons
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5upbeat disco-themed soundtracks. The plots were always ridiculous but sales were steady. Rule 35 additionally proclaimed that uterine-shaped parachutes and manicured launching pads
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2liberties with the beandip that she'd so carefully prepared for this afternoon's luncheon. He was spooning it into a large tortilla and the dip was nearly gone. If only the bulldog