Finished Folds (3061—3080)
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3way she would trap me in her closet, until my clastophobia would kick in. She would hug my nerve wracked body when I finally burst out. Now, laying hostage in the trunk, my escape
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7which you put in your Gameboy are intended for the oxygen unit. Please replace immediately." Jimmy looked at the Post-it, shrugged his shoulders, and went to 7th level of Zelda.
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5, mmm, HMMM, WHY, EM, SEE, AY. They all leaped into a Glee inspired chorus line. Finally, hetrosexual men could release their shackles and wear make-up and carry purses. Equality,
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7"I go Pogo like you've never seen. I play dead while making the scene. I hang upside down as a matter choice. You can't mess with me cuz I rock the voice. Word to ya Blood Hounds."
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6With a loud click, the door shut behind him. He was in a sterile white room. A voice droned, "Mars Sense Deprivation test: Subject A-4." The only thing in the room was a slinky.
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1They moved into a FEMA trailer. He went on the roof and put out a dish antenna. The generator cooled the beer. He sat in a lazy-boy and turned on ESPN. Life would return to normal.
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7on her transparent aluminum canopy. She was the top womp rat shooter at Beggar's canyon. Some newbie named Luke was vying for her top score. She would put him in his place.
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4From cradle to grave, we would hook ourselves up to the iCocoon. Digital entertainment and nutrients would be pumped in. No need for harsh sunlight. In the future,
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5His entourage followed through the hole in the wall. "That's MISTER Kool-Aid to you." Obviously, someone had spiked his punch. "Oooh Yeah!!" he stammered. Sloshing gigglin' grape,
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2packed audience. Billed as 'The Darwin Challenge!' it was thumb-wrestling between Bonzo, AKA Sadam, and me. I knew I would win because my digits were opposable. But he had a trick
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2"I CAN hobble JUST FINE without the likes of YOU. (Millennium hand and shrimp)" I once again "Tried to do a good turn daily." And help him across the street. He took his peg leg
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2My mind drifted back. "We're caught in a trap..." crooned from the jukebox. Dust motes danced in the morning sunlight as Marge dropped off the Happy Sunny Grand Slam. "Here hon,"
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11Line 2, satisfied with the ending, packed its bags and went on a vacation to Tahiti. Lines 3 was miffed that it now had to start the rest of the story. And so, in a small house,
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3that arson followed him whereever he went, his junior high science project of batteries and steel wool, his experiments with sodium at the YMCA pool. Carefree good times.
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4into the maw of his malamute, Wowser. The DVD went down like Vienna sausage. "Dam, there goes my Red Box account." He ran after the dog, which spoke, "FBI Warning: Piracy Not OK"
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4The alien's hive mind had one Jägermeister too many. The warrior drones were alerted and tried to apprehend the invading bar fly. The workers started to wobble out of step. Drunk,
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1I wanted to get off this rampaging merry-go-round and grab the brass ring, but the carnival barker was asleep at the wheel. The vertigo sunk into my very soul. (very symbolic)
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5I cursed as Dr. Pepper slalomed down the rest of my keyboard. I almost set up the date with the perfect woman and my response was "asjdnasjdh kjdasidhqwioeqwkne 2". No hope.
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3Hince we went to the Himalayas to seek out the recipe for the Cosmos. Our guides led across a many a steep peak until we arrived at a small hut. Sherpa Boi Yardee was waiting.
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7The Rapture took their souls, but left their bodies behind. These souless had no moral qualms about cutting in line, or jay-walking. This peeved the rest of the unsaved. We decided