Finished Folds (321—340)
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4was a front for all my underworld activities: drugs, guns, booze, sex slaves, you name ii, and none of it exists if not for the penny loafer. Penny loafers are my life and passion
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4observed them hop upon the peace train, riding the tails of the moon’s shadow, and as I stood there smiling, I could Teaser singing, “Longer boats are coming to wn us. Hold on to
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2his palms, and repulsively smears the greenish-yellow mucus down some random woman’s long elegant red hair, being sure to spread whatever was left of the snot on her right asscheek
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5body, with an unconvincing east Indian accent, would NOT know the names of the Five Mantras—a Philadelphia Doo Wop group from the late Fifties—but the giant voice went silent.
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3behind the counter...unfortunately, the guy behind the counter had no say in the distribution of cheese (extra or otherwise) and took a beating for the team. He should have asked
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2vying for their place in Valhalla, willing to gouge your heart out for a spot near Trump. How abhorrent would they be, how low would they crouch to assure their adversary’s claim
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4means that I will never get your regal panties off,” He sulked. “My Dear Fellow,” She started. “I don’t wear panties, but if I did, you’d need more than opium to get them off."
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5face of the next pretty boy named Adonis who comes walking up to me drooling, and bulging out of his shorts like the side of a dented vegetable can. "Hey, Venus. How is Aphrodite?"
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3Yeah...God and Bobby WERE tight...but that's all in the past. It seems that Bobby's dinner rolls & cake were making God fat--and there's nothing worse than a bloated & angry God.
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6In his generously unthinking way, he thanked me...by not raping or killing me. Still, I was humiliated. Then he dropped me off, in front of my house, and he took off with my car.
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3watch the little dago bastard dangle from the end of a 20-foot-long strand of spaghetti. Lets face it...most of the citizens hated the Mayor, except, of course, the Mayor's Mother
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5work! Nothing is impossible in this lifetime. Look at the idiot in the White House. He's proof that anybody can do anything in this world, especially if they have a lot of money
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3the most difficult choice any Bengal tiger would ever have to make: Do I chase after Arnold's Snickers bar, therefore allowing Arnold to run away...or do I grab the little bastard
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5that easy to stop making sense...you have to work at it. So, Lester opened his Disco in Hoboken, New Jersey. Everybody came to the joint: Gaga...Gigi...Topo...Lulu...I'm so proud!
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4but then, without warning, a seismic shift in the Natural Selection section in the evolutionary chain caused our need to urinate disappear, and we danced on into the early morning.
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4How to make America great...again. 1--bring back nickel beer at football games. 2--only hire women who have naturally humongous breasts to work at Hooters. 3--Make the wolf whistle
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3never dared to enter, but these rock men were not your average everyday rock men, these rock men liked jewelry. Spot, limping erratically, found his way into a storage closet and
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6d throughout the herds and droves of donkeys around the world...but not so much by almost all donkey paces. Most donkey paces despised Corinthians and wealth...they were more Earth
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12what all the fuss is about. Spinning lights. danceable music. fashionable clothes. I've seen this image before. I'm not impressed. But then the drugs wore off and the music changed
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5some chickens and a rooster. I built them a coop in the living room, and I moved my bedroom to the basement...to better ferment the eggs. Unfortunately, my preoccupation with eggs