Finished Folds (161—180)
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5and started to shrink, until they were no bigger than an atom. Then with catastrophic speeds the dot exploded and expanded. Galaxies and stars hurtled across the universe, new
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6Emilia knelt at the church. "Oh Christ! Save me from my sins!" she cried. "I took one too many free samples at the meatball shop and now I'm banned!" "Hmm. That is pretty serious.
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5The 9th floor was wild west themed and everywhere there seemed to be eager gunslingers looking to battle it out with some junkie. "Yee Haw" they cried as they galloped with coconut
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5At first I was conservative with my likes. I used to hand them out very sparsely, until one faithful day the ghosts of Christmas educated me on the liberal cause. Now I hand them
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1e counting Mums. The most popular item on the menu, by far was the "Single-Mom 6-inch sub deal." The calories had been predetermined, so the werewolves only had to eat the momwhich
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7"Its... Its beautiful!" Emily whispered. Joan looked shocked. "The sky is having a seizure for christs sake and you think its beautiful?" he pointed at the northern lights.
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1"Jack has developed some sort of rare disease, inherited of course..." Dr.No said. "How can we help him Dr? He keeps eating my boogers!" I wiped my running nose. "There is only one
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10sharpening my butter knife. They'll pay. They'll all pay! As soon as my dog walker walked into my apartment condo, I lunged at him like an Olympic fencer. He somehow parried it
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5real chicken, eggs and all. The chicken set to work immediately, swearing and attacking the hare chef. "You motherclucker!" The chicken shouted, and pelted the chef with eggs
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7"Its the Illuminati. I'm very dissapointed with all of you. Extra homework!!!" and he slammed 32 sheets of paper on everyone's desk. It was a report on the history of the shoelace
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4Serious death poem: Death is death. Death is sad. Death is bad.
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2But I reincarnated as a rhino and now I beat up poachers with my magnifique boxing. I stroke my handlebar moustache and scoff at them when they fail. Of course, I cut their behind
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4The magical wishes were magically granted by the magical teacher. The magical magics were noticed by the magic police, and they witch hunted the magical teacher. "Aha!" they cried
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3I couldn't believe her. Not because she told me she was a flinger ,but because selkies are all female. "But Mum, you're a woman, how can you have me if my father was a selkie?!"
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2no child's play- on second thoughts... They assembled a team of babies and gave them typewriters. The babies were each given a word of english, and whatever they typed was the new
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3and some thread. I quickly sewed the zombie's mouth, so she could not complain, and gave her a right good kicking in the behind, booting her to the back of the bar. It was a brawl.
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8hatching out of my cocoon, to show the world the marvel of my wings and strut them about. Sadly, I turned out to be a moth, not a butterfly as I had first thought. I was dying, the
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5He skilfully poured meanie martinis into the customer's cups, dancing away to the cruise ship's mariachi band. The martinis insulted their consumers, with snarky comments on how
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4so, foldmeonce sloshed a bucket of water on top of Flopp's head, waking him up to see the spear pointed at him! "Noplease! The next folder is much more tasty than I am!" and he ran
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6The food crisis was resolved after everyone resorted to eating the slugs at the bottom of the rocks, which to their great surprise, tasted like chicken. They were becoming French!