Finished Folds (161—180)
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8d. This avalanche of responsibility fell upon the 8th folder. How was he to move this "plot" forward? Ah! Just keep typing and it will push the plot into the 9th folder's lap!
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4cake mixer in the mixy bits then pulled its power plug. It fell inert to the floor. Assuming it was dead, she turned her back on it, and it rose up behind her preparing to stab!
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6of a precise formation of drunks spreading out with their random walks made me dizzy. The spreading Gaussian distribution would hold the original shape. Fuzzy letters could be made
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5this box of pencils. See? Isn't he cute?" David was just plain exasperated. He said "fine. Stay here with your pencils-" "Chad" "with Chad. I'm leaving." I hugged my true love Chad
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6Funeral Express picked up my coffin, took it to the airport, flew it to the FE hub in Wichita KS, sorted & loaded it on a plane to the afterlife. My soul was shipped separately in
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5Later, Tom stewed in his cubicle. He wanted the life of the Mongols. He snail mailed: "May I join you?" Their reply: "Sure, bring all your accessories of western civilization LOLZ"
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4ing. It wasn't until the psycho nearly finished sawing through my forearm that I realized I was strapped down. When he cut through, I bopped him in the head with my bloody stump.
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5of decency, not corrupting children & crap like that. To hell with 'em. She began writing her true thoughts on index cards & posting them around town. Then she found the internet.
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5across the street at the Catbird Seat, The Catfish from Angola was relieving himself in the front window aquarium. The Birddog from Alcatraz's hair bristled. He growled & drooled.
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6What's with the gun? Get down on the ground? Are you serious? Why should I get down on the ground? Answer my question. Stop saying that. Stop saying that! I don't have time for thi
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4Jessop, Watson & I were nearly stumped. "A massage parlor, or psychopath's basement" "No" "A lighthouse - the blindfold, you see?" "Guess again" We refreshed our highballs instead.
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6So I had delirium to contend with, which impaired my ability to deal with things, so I wasn't handling it well. I wasn't sure where I was. I wanted to be an Oscar Meyer Weiner. How
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2-- challenge them to chess, checkers, poker. They'd smugly accept, but their inability to play games would make their robot brains explode. I'd terminate their insurrection.
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6At 4, Sezu was taken from an orphanage by a mysterious man to an underground facility. Trained in martial arts for 12 years to become a perfect assassin, she is now known as… Nomi.
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6Plastic Gyres. Environmentalists & Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots clashed on beaches. The robots got smashed to plastic bits & floated out to sea because they could only face each other.
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5a party for a group of people who don't know each other, and have embarrassing games designed to help people get to know each other. No booze, just mandatory party hats. : D
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5push it into heaven but then they couldn't remember what it was! "It must be a wheelbarrow of money- the financial gift," said Floyd. "So it shall be," said The Lord, "& what was I
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9onion soup. "The turds of geese drunk on Beaujolais," Pierre inferred (in French) & eagerly sampled the soup. "Mon dieu, c'est délicieux!" he said, realizing he was to become rich
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3ie, temporarily incapable of wizardly intonation, invoking a demon with a scythe who mowed the grass. The grass merely jeered and overwhelmed Charlie with its freshly mowed scent.
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7she couldn't pull Mr. Pincher from the burning wreckage she ran to the road & used a flaming squash to flag down a motorist for help, which inspired a dirty farmer's daughter joke.