Finished Folds (21—35)
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2She looked more closely at everyone else in the room. They had the exact same smiles as Barney! "Oh no!" she exclaimed as she looked in a mirror and saw a humongously cheesy grin
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1the third time this week. "Dixby!" yelled his sister, "Call a repairman to fix the toaster!" Just then, the toaster began shooting out dozens more pieces of toast all over the
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3"Come on, eat it," said her friend, Daggir. Asterix threw up on the floor and half of the produce in the store. The management invoked their "You puked on it, you bought it" clause
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3party and everyone jumped out from behind the furniture. Today was Kinkaid's birthday, and everyone crowded around him to get pictures. Unfortunately, they all got lice from him.
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3there were five policemen blocking her path. But these weren't ordinary policemen—she could tell by the pine tree air fresheners around their necks—these were the Stink Police, and
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3she answered the phone. Instead of hearing her boyfriend's whiny, clingy voice, she heard the muffled sounds of two people engaged in sex. He must have accidentally called her
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3I confided this disappointment in my best friend, and he said it was time for a "Maaakeoverrrr!" He said the first thing was to lose the glasses and then to start building a tan at
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3I'll look at it more closely." The scientist took out his magnifying glass and looked at the growth on Mrs. Peel's back. "Hmmm, I've never seen one this color before," he pondered.
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1The glass walls were not damaged, however—The bowlers instead aimed for the glass ceiling and wound up giving each other massive concussions and terminal brain damage. I laughed so
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3stood up tall on his tip-toes, puffed out his chest, and with the authority of 1,000 dictators, demanded that she move out of his way because he didn't want to eat melty ice cream.
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2"This is Mr. Goodbar," said the voice on the line. He asked his assistant, Mrs. Butterworth, to schedule me an appointment with their two best marketing reps, Abercrombie and Fitch
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2My friends laughed when I explained why I was grounded. The irony was that while I had to sit in my room all week long, they went to the park to play zombie tag with the rest of
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5gave up and decided to let them eat me. Then, in a moment of pure brilliance, I unzipped my fly, and started coming down slowly as wind rushed from my pants. They swooped around me
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5It wasn't until scientists decided to make them battery-powered did real advances begin to occur. Now mathematics students were able to make the calculations they needed to so that
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3made me feel just terrible about my inadequate bosom. I feared that my boyfriend of seven years would see me as the flat woman I am and leave me for a more figurely woman. I picked