Finished Folds (181—200)
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3through her purse for bus fare, I found a naked picture of Don Knotts and was surprised at how hairy his chest was. I also found her diary: every page was filled with exclamation
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3Detective Manatee saw me on the floor and asked if I wanted a job as the chalk outline model. Confused, I asked how much it paid. He said he was busy solving a murder and didn't kn
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5"Are you related to Bullwinkle?" Rex asked. Bruce shook his head, "Uhhhh...I don't think so." "Oh, the resemblance is uncanny," said Rex. "So what are you going to perform for us?
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9At last, I found my Cinderella. Sure, okay, the glass slipper didn’t fit her massive feet, but those 3 little feathers—green, pink, salmon--colors to make you puke—won my heart!
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6an 800-page editorial on the Bishopsgate revolt, resulting in mass employee hernias and ruptured disks. Thus, the war ended and all Potter PB&J plants were shut down in perpetuity.
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9which, translated into Street Jargon, means: (orgasmic grunt) (orgasmic shrill) all the hot women from Peru say (OG) I think he's all that (OS) and a bag of chips (OG) she wants to
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9and then on her hammer, or maybe it was her cud...I'm not one hundred per cent sure. The audience started to hiss and throw Tampons at he, "You're not so great, Insecurity Woman!"
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3them to their doom; he entered the room: two bold dots, "Look," he bellowed, "I used to be ashamed of what I was: a colon, the butt of all jokes. Yet, I'm better than a fur comma!"
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5not fragile, as they roll on down the highway, blowing up everything in sight. “Did you see that?” I shouted. “You ain’t seen nothing yet,” They shouted back. I just let it ride.
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6Herbert Ouellet, 156, is the oldest man in the Canadian prison system. He was arrested in 1861 for killing Roy Lapointe with a snowball, the worse crime one can commit in Canada.
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2bastards stayed up on the roof and passed wind and pooped all over it...so, I had no other choice: I retrieved an assault rifle and went up to the roof to kill Mr. and Mrs. Seagull
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7started to cry. My God, I thought. My hands are not big enough to hold a pistachio. Sure enough, tea spurted out of my nostrils and ran right to the bottom of my now squeaky boots.
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5I was obsessed with the knob on Bob's head, and wanted it wiped off the face of the Earth. I knew that if I tried antibiotics and cryotherapy it would take forever, so I decided to
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2herself, having refused to drink the quaffer, preferring to leave it untouched upon her eyebrows and feminine mustache and chin hairs. Big Bob, upon opening his eyes and seeing her
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3The Ermines broke free from the Monarchy; sailed away on leaf-like rafts across thrashing seas until they arrived in the new land of the free where they were killed for their fur.
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4The next morning, after I awoke, tired from the previous night's climax--my skin still moist and tacky--I looked at the empty spot on the bed next to me. I don't recall her name.
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4and that's okay when there are only a couple of people alive. One "Good" word is fine for a year or two, but after Adam and Eve discovered the Hootchie Kootchie, and had a few kid
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7...I can't remember a thing after that. I guess I passed out. I was on the cold, cement, urine-stinking floor inside the movie theater restroom. I don't know how long I was out..
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4inspired me to break my piggy bank and buy the fluegelhorn hanging in the pawn shop window. I composed the Ode to Botulism in D#Fminor7, dedicated to all the food poison lovers...
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7Which is, of course, much louder than bang! but nowhere near as loud as bang!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wasn't sure if it was a canon, C-4 explosive, or something else...but I knew it was big