Finished Folds (3261—3280)
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1on non-stop rotation. "SONG SUNG BLUE EVERYB..." Our 4 part harmony was interupted by large cinder block cascading off the hood. "Not a Diamond fan, I guess," someone muttered.
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1solitude where he could roam free without a Starbuck's in sight. He canceled his subscription to Netflix, Facebook, and WoW. He looked at FoldingSTORY, maybe that went to far,
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3. We washed ashore. "What is this place?" said one our team members. There was a wreakage of a small boat. "The Minnow?" We heard a strange animal sound in the jungle
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6lowered the suspension. The ambled down the boulevard in their metalic purple doped cruiser. "Car 54 where are you?" They couldn't hear the dispatch over their bass beats. Officer
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4"Houston, we have a problem." The astronaut looked back at the panel. The oil pressure was off. The fasten seat belts sign was on. Somewhere, a door was ajar. A loud binging klaxon
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1a piece of Einstein she was saving for just such a special occasion. His silver gloved hand scooped it into his gullet. "The theory of relativ... BRAINS!" So close, she thought,
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2Ma Reenie's home-made apple pie! Delicious! Folks just came a runnin'. It was just a regular ol' ho-down at the projects tonite. Gangstas went for the Country Rap square dance.
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1they knew she had a stubborn old mule. But that is the type of equipment you needed prospecting. Going West, she hauled her ass, Mabel, to the California boom towns. Gold! cried
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4He translated: When he opened his notebook PC, the image was still there, looking inquiringly from the bottom of your desktop, like a guest who just will not go
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6All that remained were her glasses. Shaggy yelled at Fred, "You and your brilliant ideas of splitting up!" The Mystery Machine rolled over the hungry corpses. The Scooby snacks
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2an umbrella would really work. As the craft went into a tail spin, she kicked out the emergency exit. Unfurling the bumbershoot, she leaped. "Mary Poppins!" she yelled and flew
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4rice crispies in a plastic bowl. Cereal experimental music surged into the backwater's of underground clubs. They danced to the beats of remixed Scooby Doo and Thunder Cats. PJs
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2. I struggled as the pleather squeezed my thighs. "Stop Pants Thief!" I, the trouser bandit, had struck again. No britches were safe in the fashion district of SoHo. But the cops,
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6needed their Bozo the Clown. He weaved through the trenches hoping the razor wire wouldm't cut his polyester polka dots. He entered the bombed-out orphanage. "Hey, Kids!" "BOZO!"
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6inflated to three times his size. He protested as I attached a string to his leg and floated him down the street. Balloon boy friends were the best!
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8it contains a full daily supply of vitamin A. It will build up your immunity." I realized then my mom had an insane notion of building up my tolerance of all poisons. "Nightshade?
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4Sadly, his hide-a-bed collapsed in the middle of the night. Multiple customers sued for the entombment and claustrophobic distress. He was lost with a settee and no name.
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6Strapping the baby across her back, she hurdled through the gauntlet of gun fire. The explosive fire ball carried her to the day care parking lot. "Take care, hon. Mama loves you."
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1His love for meat knew no bounds. While some people would have wine cellars, he had a storage locker stocked with sides of beef. Late at night, he would open the pad lock and
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4penny farthing. Twirling his handle bar mustache, he muttered,"Curses, she won't pay the rent!" The big wheel squeeked as he ambled down Edison Drive. The beer made him