Finished Folds (641—660)
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4Charley proposed marriage to Chantrelle at the top of La Tour Eiffel. Amongst sweeping panoramic views of Paris you could actually pinpoint the moment where Charley's heart breaks.
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12matriculating up the aevinista. Fagan was genuinely beangrafting now, his eyes winkly with fear. The mob shouted "Woolreacher! The cherlust must be brought to chustice!" Fagan spun
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3was awful. Are you trying to poison me?! Go get another one. A bigger one, more chocolately, soft on the outside and hard on the inside." I'd read in Cosmo that boys respond to
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2It's a true tale worth retelling. That of Ichabod and Susanna. Let their demise not be wasted, for their mistakes should not be your own. Recall their meeting upon the wharf at
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4I'm the static shock on your finger. The rock in your shoe. The dribble of milk on your chin. An itch between your shoulder blades. The flight delay to the islands. You can't fight
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3reflective of unsettled souls. Meanwhile, in Music Appreciation 200 the class created a fruit salad of brain activity. Some kiwi, guava, maybe a walnut to offset the black grape.
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3a small, hairy gentleman who'd traded a sheet of blotter acid to a homeless man on Venice Beach for an annual pass. He was dressed up as Belle. The 2nd Disney 'princess' Kara saw
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2that her cat had puked in her favorite shoes. Again. "Damn it Mr. Bob Jingles! Where are you!" Her 8:30 meeting forgotten, she went on an angry hunt for her hairball-afflicted feli
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5I thought deserved it. I looked down at my cell. 34 new texts. But all of them said "I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST NIGHT". Oh no. Oh shit. No no no. I rummaged around for my go-bag. Who
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6I 'came to' rather than 'woke up'. Where was I? Some kind of expensive hotel room. I was wearing the same clothes I'd had on at the convention. "Hello?" No answer. I ran my hand
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2getting increasingly agitated. They always used to be all "What's up fool!" But lately they were all "What's up. Fool." Albert kept bumping his boom box though. Always loudly. He
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6had my complete attention. I was 52% aroused, 38% terrified, and 14% black out drunk. Without releasing her death grip we caromed around the dance floor. Sharonda and Lydia
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4"Just don't make me look like such a total idiot again George. I mean honestly, you should have seen their faces. Disgust. And rightfully so. I was a moron up there. Just glad it's
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2setting nicely on the west face." "Far out" he said & strapped on some skis. An hour later he was riding a lift with a female with five eyes & a large penis growing out of her head
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4She held out her hand. "What?" Christie growled. "Governor! You said there'd be a reward!" "I have no recollection of such a statement" he said. "Plus I was an athlete in school."
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3-deal to a few long-hairs and while I was in there I hit the donkey a couple times with an epi-pen I had in my sock. When it was time for the race, the donkey ("Haulin' Ass") was
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4one monstrous screaming O. Just out of the blue: wham-o. There'd be some mighty surprised camel jockeys out there I chuckled. I focused all my newfound top-god energy on the camels
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4pillows were at the bottom of this whole mess. This would be very hard to explain. I checked my watch. They were due home in 45 minutes. MAYBE enough time to get to the store and
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2either resulted in the opposite side swelling up and if you went back and forth for a while you'd end up with quite a mess on your hands. The Flatland worms plus-sized genitalia
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3Steve McManaman and he was a man's man if ever a man's man lived. The gods chose Steve to receive the trident of power because they figured he'd blast the ever-loving daylights out