Finished Folds (501—520)
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4Peace Prize, which would have gone to Charlie Sheen this year except that I swooped in and stole it, floating away in my hot-air banana. Let's see them top THAT publicity stunt!
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9Welcome to FoldingStory. To get started, just follow these nine easy steps:
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4But the goblins were selfish, and they did not return Feather-Haired Bowie's favors. And this made Feather-Haired Bowie very sad. So Feather-Haired Bowie sat down on his bed and
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4ture film so we can get on with the training session. Today's lesson will be about watching movies. There's lots of Diversity in those! Especially the ones where
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6the woodpeckers, who promptly pecked holes in their hands. Huh. Well, no matter. The witch doctors proceeded to fill the pit with pits. Apricot pits, olive pits, avocado pits,
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4bees. That's right, stupid pesky bees. Oprah had released them into her captive audience a few days ago, and since then, they were swarming all over the cameras and props. The d
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2nobody could explain how HBO had managed to broadcast my dreams on their show. I had to know, but the execs were tight-lipped, driving me insane, hence almost offing myself. But
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1worst and hoping for the best. Turns out it was the best time to be there, but the worst was yet to come. The best worst thing was that the best guest had the worst wurst and the
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5The robot rabbits began transforming the hat, then my pants, and finally each other, into all manner of bizarre things. Well, I did say they'd transform! Thank you and goodnight!
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4a giant meteor crashed down on my house and destroyed everything within several miles. And guess what? GEICO *didn't* help me save 15% or more on my car insurance. Those jerks.
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4like that last one make for great paper footballs, but they make even better shurikens. Imagine, a FoldingStory Throwing Star. You could take out your enemies in complete
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3could just walk into any old Gap and buy a shirt at a discount. I called the Fashion Police, who issued Mr. Floppy Pants a citation for a flagrant misuse of pinstripes.
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3fantasies of world domination, but NOOOOOOO, he had to be all dead and stuff! That selfish bastard, leaving me alone with my mom and stuff. Who does he think he is, anyway?
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4I watched as several dejected peanut salesmen got up and left the stands. It was really a shame - I had been looking forward to having some peanuts when my psychiatric evaluation
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6But not nearly as sick as the guy behind me was about to be. The fish puns were sailing over my head for the most part, which meant the guy behind me was catching them. I started
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4And so my evil plan was set in motion. First, the bidet in Brussels, then the toilet in Turkey. Soon, the world would know the might of the Commode Commando!
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6But then, sadly, those jerks at the utility came and shut off my power. Darn it, I knew I should have paid my bill! Oh well, at least I had junk food.
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2-let that turned into a magnificent manifesto outlining why all cats should be exiled to Siberia. But before he could finish, the Earth exploded and everyone died. The end.
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7the ticking H-bomb on Miss Purdy's chest would explode at any second. We had to act fast. Manatee grabbed the umbrella, and I covered myself with a sheet of tinfoil. Three, two,
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4Dub-steb remixes of Gregorian chants. Rachmaninoff looked at his toy piano quizzically. "Hmm. I do not believe that was supposed to happen." He had no choice but to