Finished Folds (41—60)
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8The shoemaker rapidly & nervously made a pair of thick patent leather gloves. "Non-pliable!" shouted Cookie Monster, "head look like cookie!" He grabbed the shoemaker by the neck
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4But our pathetic weapons were no match for the teeth & claws of the cat. One by one she bit and tore us to death. I write this with a toothpick dipped in my own blood as a warning…
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4But then they invited Tony Orlando & Dawn to ongoing tag team bare-knuckle boxing matches. Tony Orlando & Jeff vs. Pink Lady & Dawn. #1 in the ratings. The ladies pulverized them.
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4red that our memories were fallible. Were all those people really at the party? Had there really been a party? Did those people ever actually exist? Perhaps these false memories
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6other words, banging out "Don't Fear the Reaper" on a frying pan to annoy your neighbors would cause the evil from Outside to pass through The Dark Point and into their hippocampi.
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7protesters protested the eating of smoke bombs and library paste with the chant: "Don't eat smoke bombs and library paste!" I felt guilty and snuck out of the diner without paying.
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5and gathered into clusters. The vowels could only terrorize them by moaning: "oooo" "uuuu," so the consonants chased them off. Finding themselves free of the book's imprisonment,
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6I bubbled & festered for eternity. So I re-entered my body, which had traveled back in time & had been mummified by Egyptians. They rejoiced when I rose from the dead. "It worked!"
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4umbag from a mile away. So she positioned herself a mile away from the entrance to the Bohemian Club in San Francisco & waited. Soon she spotted an eligible bachelor and sprinted
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4enticing them with raging greed. They had to possess those spider crystals. So the Earthlings spanked the Arcturians really hard. They grabbed the crystals and ran for their lives.
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5with, I realized, my now useless arms. I rolled around in severe spinach withdrawal, convulsing, vomiting, sweating, in and out of consciousness, moaning in agony. Only 3 more days
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5its high-tech frying pan and just sat there and fried! "I'm sorry I stole your amniotic fluid," I cried, tugging on one of the alien's appendages, "stop cooking yourself!"
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3single minded teenage jerk boys who didn't care how many heads or how many other dates she had, just as long as they could get into her pants, and run around in them for a while.
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4increased. Condensation formed on everything and dripped down the walls of the cabin. Grandma cackled evilly. "My wet wool will be the death of you, Joanna! He-he-he-he-he!"
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4sweat off the huge throbbing tomatoes with a Shamwow. "You're obsessing on the Jenkins file. You'll go crazy" said Bud. The tomato cage bars began to bend as Bob's tomatoes swelled
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4In 2014 she got distracted by some bath towels, changing the future time stream. Everyone in the future screamed and hit the deck as fate altered violently. Hate when that happens.
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3st giant baby processing facility, where it was ground up, formed into stinky patties, charcoal broiled, and served with snot-nosed teenager condiments on stinky toddler buns.
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3joints with my prehensile toes. I handed one to Police Officer Smiley Face. "I have to take y'all to jail. WooWoo," he sang, acting all loony. I wasn't sure if the Chuckle Acid
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6"I'm good! I'm good!" He said to a curious bystander. But he wasn't good, he was bad, and this was karma catching up with him. He began coughing up blood. Then a piano fell on him.
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5And I answer quite drolly: "A girl with one isotope eye. Sell cocaine showers of jello hand cream. Souring odor warhead. Shook floors a-whirl busy bun inner spine, and Szechuan."