Finished Folds (21—30)
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3was forced to walk the entire forty-two miles of the parade. For her perseverance, she was granted the highest honor her people could bestow: The Cinnamon Sugar Pancake Milkshake.
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3brand new Tesla. It was unusable with the stench, and he'd have to sell it at a loss. Jack Nicholson knew that without his fancy car, his wife and his girlfriend would leave him to
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5When my gums were healed, I gave the foil ball to my cat to play. "Why would you give me this?" she asked. "Do you really think I'm dumb enough to play with your bloody balls?"
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5I must remove the hostility from my body by channeling it into the yellow rub-a-dub tub. I chant in backwards latin and slap the rub-a-dub tub like a tv faith healer. Suddenly,
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2ase any teachers came along, I set fire to those dumpster babies, put on my sunglasses, and slow-motion walked into the night, never to return.
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4hat, like the one he'd come here to find. If he couldn't bribe the Hell Fairies with sugar plums, he'd just have to do this the old-fashioned way. He grabs his rusty syringe and
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4peroxide. It burst on impact with a small bird, raining acid on the various lake-goers. They screamed; I laughed maniacally. My plan to have the lake to myself was going swimmingly
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5and Officer Bigley sure as hell wasn't going to put up with that dog's shenanigans any more! He shoved his pinkie toe in the dog's nostrils, forcing him to smell it. But the dog
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3the middle of Fuck Nowhere, Wisconsin. Surrounded by murderers, rapists, and Packers fans, I mined that sweet, sweet Wisconsin cheese. I had to escape. Even if it meant
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3declared the chicken guilty. The Hollow Men and Indigo Ladies fought to the death, as is customary, for the right to decide sentencing. After five long days and several tea breaks