Finished Folds (21—40)
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6shot at uncovering the American Dream, the get-rich-quick-schemes, the big city jaunts, the pickpocketing, and five-finger-discount years of their gypsy youth. Those were the days!
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3the ice around his snout melted, and the “Papillon la glace” exhaled and growled and let out a YELP! But, regrettably, Godzilla heard the howling and stomped the dog to death.
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4But, alas, a traveling tailor had no need for candles. So, he traded his crayons and wicks for a sewing machine and a mannequin. Then he opened a haberdashery on Abby Road, London.
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4, Little Larry Lynch liked lightly licking Lisa Ludlow, many more men might marry Mildred Mitchell, maybe, No nefariously naughty nincompoop need narrowly necessitate nor nullify
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6of a Clover Mite is ten times bigger than its entire body…oh, snap…wrong Fold. Sorry! Uh…lemme see. I heard the cock of a Glock and I got my ass out of there…pronto!
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5Incarnation, when she was Mary Lou Skinner from Pen Argyl, cheerleader captain, and member of the Space Club…she had genuine prints of her wearing goggles and gloves while handling
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4Day One: It’s difficult to sleep with that overhead light on…200 watts of brilliant washed-out light blazing all night, and my eyelids unable to stop the light from seeping in.
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7Kelly Briggs, my skin consultant.” Keith gasped, “You have a skin consultant?” Doris nodded, “Had…she was executed.” “What are those pus-filled blisters on your butt?” Keith probed
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9But the cops were pissed. “If Rascal comes down with an intestinal block from that damn turd he ate, I will pistol-whip your ass!” said the beefy lady cop. It was then I appreciate
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8I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus was playing on the old Victrola; I had just checked back in from a brief blackout session. But Santa had Mommy bent over the sofa arm sans knickers
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4Anyway, that’s her opinion. The truth is he doesn’t evaluate a woman by the size of her ta-tas. Nope. Other than a pretty face and a good sense of humor, he liked women with a big
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4made my father’s ruddy complexion turn a deep burgundy. The drunk quahog—a clear, clammy substance around its yawning cavity—sang: Let me hold your mussel; don’t be shellfish
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5on Popeye’s chicken legs & a limp Longdogger. Kevin wasn’t a winner; he was a finisher. It’s not whether you are a stud in bed; it’s whether you can reach climax without any relief
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3resembling burning hot projectiles decapitated him…and for that 13 seconds, as his lifeless body lay a mere 2 inches from his face, and before the lights went out for good, he
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5… usual folks (not folks who can quote F. Scott Fitzgerald’s story The Curious Case of Benjamin Button) …ill-informed backwaters folks whose brains are age 3 and bodies age 55.
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6Adam Levine looked down at the duck…who reminded him of Jonah Hill, only a feather—or two—slenderer…and asked, “Say there little ducky…can you sing the five little duck song?
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10a rolled-up piece of paper fall out of my boss’ underpants as he zipped his fly, turned, and walked out of the john. I grabbed and unrolled the paper to reveal a photo of a naked
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3intensely exalted, yet delicately indestructible. Madelyn knew her every curve and how to use those curves to her benefit. How to wear her tin-foil halo to her place in The Valley.
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5squinted up, past the leaves--or was it passed? He could almost touch the moon, but when he tried, his head spun like a top, "Mushrooms," the squirrel giggled,"You gotta love 'em."
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2…,” but then little Chilly Willy wobbled and shoved his way through the huddle until he was within an inch of my womanliness, close enough to see I was without panties. He stabbed