Finished Folds (641—660)
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7crush us in our TURPITUDE. We are but bewildered sheep FROLICKING PESTILENTLY in our depravity and so the WORD proclaims the spirit of FRIVOLOUSNESS and we shall be forsaken for
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3-omote his idea that No Dress Friday was all about procrasturbation. Faye threw a post-it cube at his face. While she huddled under her desk, making tea and toast on her campfire,
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2explain what the Warsaw Pact was about, and warn me that Magic Roundabouts really do exist before I add to a fold. Americans are so deprived. All we have are hamburgers & big cars.
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4And so I talked to her incessantly, her stump wagging all the while until it became fatigued. I then would fall silent & she would curl up for a nap. Her low standards made it easy
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4wench was of the roguishly coquettish type. That may sound harsh, but when we met she imitated a pirate at me all evening. I smiled, clueless to her advances. "Arrr, Hasselhoff,
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4-ed ominously & water dripped. I didn't like being alone in the dark miles underground, but I was weary of life. I sat in the lotus position & strove to become a breatharian.
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3Whispering Father Handsy would reach for altar boys with trembling hands, trying to talk gently in that rasping whisper of his, his face a mask of crude reconstructive surgery, but
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5be damned. The sky's the limit when it comes to feminine charms. She had ridden in on a horse, was tough as nails & had all the right parts. "Your 3 hr date starts now!" she said.
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7-e could make that. Then I recalled a café in Missouri with no coffee, just "café Américain" which was watered down espresso. She became alarmed as my Expresso machine and I began
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1aromatic massage oil. Maximus Bonzo massaged the women with the rags. Apollo was speechless for 1 hour. "NO! Tie up the rags & set them on fire so he can juggle them for eternity!"
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3hands on my buttocks and vigorously shook them up and down in an alternating fashion. My voice vibrated as I asked her again about a couple of nice round fritters. She clapped her
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7can change at will. I entered my heart held in the crone's hand. I beat furiously. I discovered I could make a kind of farting speech through my pulmonary and aortic valves.
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6in a world without pavement. I'm one man. Fighting. Against all odds. To reclaim what is rightfully mine. I am. Movie Trailer Man. My motto is Poe's motto for A Descent into the Ma
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4incapable of rational thought due to the cosmetic lobotomy. She understood tone of voice, but words were garbled. Jane tried to tell him of her slightly animal kink but she could
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6-rax against her ample bosom. I jutted my trout pout lips out as far as they would go. "10% off?" I murmured. She said, "I will BUY a FRTWNGL bed for you." Soon we were pushing the
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2and I do mean suddenly--suddenly is so overused, but keep in mind that this case calls for the word--suddenly Ninja Pope exploded into a fury of flying fists pummeling Beelzebub
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12Yes animals have languages. My cat Gibber (Hard 'G' and see photo) invented a word: "ma ah" with a glottal stop. She said this when she wanted to play laser. But that's anecdotal.
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6small critter with our bare hands, bash its head in with a rock and roast it over an open fire?" I said, "Let's strip down to our loincloths & paint ourselves with mud & ash too."
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5into the wall, hold some mistletoe over your head and…" He stared into space with desperate eyes. "Sorry about the sheep," I said. The discombobulated sheep eyed me suspiciously.
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5The sect was very strict. "Thou shalt not enjoy the simmering spiciness of your own aroma" was at the top of the list of rules. But I BELIEVED. When the charismatic leader, Bob,