Finished Folds (21—40)
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2in the dark solitude of my cold-water flat. I had dreams once - but those dreams had been consumed like dry leaves in a fire; consumed by fucking animatronic furries. Time to die.
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4and severely disfigured dong in his hands. His penis had been bitten by a radioactive Buddha statue when he was an infant and now the whole world could see the sordid after-effect.
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5with such contempt. I had let them push me around - the white-trash rednecks who hung around the fences and storefronts like vultures. I had let them scare me off and I now I knew
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3out of the deal. She was growing her hair out longer and trading her outfit in for something a bit more modern. Her eyes had been opened by the slick '80s "shit-king" scene and she
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3damages. But I didn't give a shit. Not my property - not my problem. "Take a memo," I told my secretary. "Dude the Evolution is suavest fucking CEO on Long Island, end memo." She
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2irror. A man who had once been so full of vim and hope - reduced to a brain in a jar who could do nothing but think about robotic furries fucking each other. I knew that I had to
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2d in the ass by one of the street urchins who happened about the lane around that time. They liked to harass him because of his Down's Syndrome and honestly - who wouldn't? He
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3It had been so long since he'd seen the sun. The Pig Wars of 2025 had taken everything from him and now he found himself alone in a concrete box - buried in the desert. Somewhere,
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2k and other assorted "side-effects" is carried. But it was a handy piece of hardware and could crack some stone at a good distance. That cute chubby girl at Costco would bone me if
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6matter. We were literally melting into black slag. "Well, that's the way the cookie crumbles," the two-dimensional bow tie-wearing imp chuckled, tipping his hat. "I've gotta
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2I had a thing for fat Japanese girls. I also had a thing for antique pistols from the Civil War. I never thought that my two loves would coincide when I decided to
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4showed up with his entourage of impeccably-dressed Mugwumps. "Give us the girl," the Giant commanded. "And we ain't gonna have no problems." The Mugwumps all concurred.
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0perfect for a garnish. I may have been a back-alley doctor (and damn proud of it, too) but I wasn't too shabby in the kitchen either. Too bad I was in jail for raping my daughter.
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2ass off and mount it over his fireplace. That vile Mr. Krabs had been putting evil ideas like this in the heads of my superiors and I knew that the killer crustacean had to be
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2and their hold on Ted Turner. I walked into the lobby. No humans anywhere. Even the desk clerk was an ape stuffed into an ill-fitting suit. I blew his head off first. His eyes flew
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5knocking him out. "Lights out, Cadet." This had been one many mutinies on this mission - a perilous mission by the Space Corps to capture Mingrawn Timbletot and bring him to
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1had been made of silver - made for the killing of autistic people and/or Wallace & Gromit: Curse of Were-Rabbit fans. Bugs had gotten away, but was running on a broken leg and
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1He had gone down to the transit station and there had been a man there - a homeless man. Some dame from the man's past had carved, "YOU REALLY CARE ABOUT ME," in backwards letters
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4gs and Kosher Ham (how's that for a contradiction) to be brought to his room. His best friend's wife's younger sister was still asleep in the bathtub. He wondered when she'd leave.
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4and her sister - the pictures they had drawn when they were young. Tucker turned the small stone prism over in his hand until it was warm. He would find a way to stop this.