Finished Folds (581—600)
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3gorges grow barren with boredom. As Chince mixed a new batch of punch, his beard grew urgently and the tip of it danced across the brew like a figure skater high on crack.
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6Some call it outrageous in its pointlessness;others, caring and optimistic of the illuminati I detest the foreigners I have gathered together on this crowded sphere We have dismant
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5disturbed by his request that she moved to the Netherlands and had sex change surgery. McGurk searched for her, but without luck. Maxwell Crackenbush opened a pot shop in Denver.
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2stockpile of awards she had won over the years. The stench of burning rubber caused Meryl to shut down the vacuum. She ripped her Presidential Medal of Freedom from the brush
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5I have adopted the practice of pacing...back and forth...left and right...up and down...day-in and day-out...but I'm not really sure why I do it, unless, of course...I happen to be
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4...or, wait...was it three iridescent eyes that only looked like one...in either case, it winking at me caused a chill across my back, and I shuddered not unlike the way I do when
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6and then I wake up, only to realize that I dreamt that I had dreamed it was the REAL exam day. Now it is the day after exam day and I missed it, I Failed to take the exam...egad!
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1unless they offered a free weekend (he hated paying for anything). Arlo grabbed his date in a headlock and yanked her down to the glass-covered pavement. "Who's the boss, beoch?
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3the idiotic way you purse your lips and snort, (6) those hideously long ties. (7) how you treat women..."Wait!" he interrupted, what's wrong with my ties? I thought you liked my
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12reached down and held the gold rose in the palm of his hand, the train hit him full force at 160 Kilometers per hour...and there was silence...and time took hold of him and sent
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5ened by the deafening blare of the blasted alarm. It's enough to drive one insane!...where did my sweet woman go..I of course replied, "something here inside cannot be denied."
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8...he was a man of few words, so nobody expected his three-hour-long diatribe about the evils of corned beef and the godly pleasures of pastrami...but they listened...silently
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4have you ever thought of changing your name to Bob?" Saliva dripped from his bottom lip and his left eye twitched uncontrollably. He swallowed two Risperdal and four abilify
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4It's time for your high colonic, followed by one of my ass-slapping massages...if you're gonna kick the bucket, you're going out with an ass slap, same way as when you came in...
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4"Okay. I'm holding the sausage. Now what?" said a deep goofy voice. "I'm speaking metaphorically," I told him. "Just give me the Slick Rick 'n' Tricky Dick special club...
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6The waiters placed the huge silver platter directly in front of Mrs. McGurk,...slowly...enticingly...they removed the cover and revealed course two: Siamese cat lightly breaded and
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5swung out and around and grabbed him around the throat, and he spun out-of-control headfirst into an oncoming bus...egads...what a mess...it must've taken the EMT guys a good three
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4Most of my nights are restless. Jarvis is dead!?! How is that possible? Worse yet, how does Detective Marcus think I had anything to do with it. Murder? Me?
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21I am a prosperous, despicable, two-faced, incompetent, ill-mannered, mindless, callous, miserable, corpulent, blustering, erectile-dysfunctioned, man and I would like your vote!
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6I accept the challenge to not "mess up" this story, which means I'm not too bright or I'm stupid...but at least freed from the eternal pox, and defer to the next folder--good luck!