Finished Folds (41—60)
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3to brass tacks. "Did you dump the carcass?" Dennis asked, licking the warm cinnamon goo off of the tray. "There was nothing left to dump," Carmittle replied. "Nothing I could've
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3Pinocchio was a murderer. They booked him. No trial. Puppets didn't have rights under the rule of the Empire. Pinocchio was yet another victim of the system. He needed to
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1and soon the sun would be setting." The girl from the concert, her enormous breasts crammed into one of my promotional T-shirts, stood behind me - pleading with me to
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5will get your shit wrecked by a master lion-tamer. Unfortunately the lion he picked was one of the inexplicably intelligent ones and he awoke one morning to find the creature
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2" It all came flooding back to me. All the memories of that vicious night in Melbourne. The carrots. The goddamned carrots. I grabbed Nate by the neck. This ended here.
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6. He cradled the inflatable pool toy in his arms. His friends were dead and without a little help from them, how would he get by? Nick sat down on the curb, surrounded by bodies.
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2. It was a frenzied orgy of fake tans and hair gel. Filthy fucking Italians. Goddamn pizzapastas. I would waste every last one of them. I picked up my gun - time to clean up.
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0the fate of our current contestant, Shelby." Shelby screamed. Her tits were engorged with milk and her skin had already taken on the spots of a cow. Sir Loin grinned at his newest
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1. And now I beg of you, kill me. You don't know what it's like - living like this. I can see zits on the faces of people miles away rupture in slow motion. Everyone is ugly and I
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4ed on by several starving hounds. He fell to his needs. He had no words. This was beyond his grasp - beyond all of the coping mechanisms they had taught him at the academy. He was
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3The first row got the worst of it - goat meat washed over everyone, hot and rank. People screamed. They scrambled over each other and towards the exit. The splash zone had
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3. She grinned at me - her teeth were sharp. That wasn't in any of the stories. "Glub, glub," she said playfully. "Come over here - let's cuttlefish." I had heard about the fish pun
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0" I pinched the bridge of my nose. The computer was definitely broken and that meant I was stuck in orbit with Dr. Gel, Admiral Perry's head-headhunter on my tail. There was only
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2I went down the list. Amsterdam? Nope. Tangier? Nope. Nashville? Nope. All cities I had been banned from. My love of violent mutant girls and "trucker speed" had cost me
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2And I was the man to stop it. I grabbed my chainsaw, told my sister that I'd be back, and set out to right some wrongs like the guy from Quantum Leap. Except not like Quantum Leap.
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1oowful stench? It schmells like Oscah's goitah ointment, oy vey." It was then that I realized that Frog's mother was every Jewish stereotype that Hollywood had churned out over the
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9and collapsed unceremoniously onto the couch. The girl from last night - the one I had run into in the market and bribed with a plate of bacon to follow me back to the hotel - was
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2ruin and anarchy." I wasn't listening though - I was staring at Officer Pyrope's tits. They weren't the biggest in the room but there they were - inches in front of my face. I said
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4back in Los Santos - and I had thought that it would be a cake walk - but things were worse than ever. I revved my bike and kept going. I'd fuck up the Vagos if it was the last
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2less vivid notions and pretty soon we were all hung out to dry," Simon said, setting his glasses on the desk and rubbing his temples. "Professor," one of his students chimed in