Finished Folds (8661—8680)
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5But she had her afro. No one can downplay or backslide her afro. Sure it was mostly wig and spray on hair, but when the headlights hit, it looked like Las Vegas on a head.
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4weather friend. Show up when things are good, bounce when the money is all gone. That's alright, I'm turning myself into the local authorities this November. But before I do,
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2action law suits against these Mega Bread Companies like Roman Meal. The general public has no idea that in between each slice of whole wheat bread, hides a quivering mess of
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1with the Dalai Lama? After all he moderated the summit they had in Point Barrow, Alaska. He even let the Vampire bum some smokes off him. All he has tried to do was get others to
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3she smacked her face on a Chalupa. It left an impression of Lou Ferrigno in the tortilla. Of course I was the only one with a pair that saw it. So I pocketed it, they'll never
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3But then I had the prize winning cheese didn't I? I could lord my sharp cheddar in Hector's face. It would be my cheese that would crown this year's Harvest Nachos.
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5in arm dealers. The rocket was just a bucket of moped parts. If you want weapons, real weapons you got to talk to a 14 year old Nigerian Pimp named Count Lala, ask for
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2orgasm. I've been known to choke it and scrape a cheese grater across my sack. I'll never forget getting a blow job from an Armenian jockey while jamming paperclips into my
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3But when the Ludes and Xanax wore off I realized I was listening to the disco version of the Star Wars theme song. Worse, I was still 16 and grounded with my pants around my
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3itched to swallow child flesh. He had even brought a six pack of Coke Zero to wash them down with. His favorite was eating fast, guzzling, burping and feeling bits bubble up for
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0But instead, he was trying to see if his funny had come back. Ever since he moved his talk show to TNT he had been trying too hard. The only thing that calmed him down was twin
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3really, they were burnt ocher. He wiped the back of his mouth in his hand and looked up. There in the window, next to the pinball machine was a the biggest, baddest, hairiest
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2like Tammy Baker. A tawdry Southern lady with the chic of a dusty doily who is loved by the gay community. Well tonight, I am not praying to Jesus, I am going to throw
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2busted a move. An old school pop-and-lock routine stolen directly from 1984. Then entire civic jaw of the city dropped on the floor as she spun on her head, just then the
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1"Let's ride," he said. Plumes of blood and gristle rained down on his lips. The salty copper of the kill overran his tongue. The vomit awoke, where it slept deep in the pit of
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4annihilation. This would be the most spectacular death. A sunrise torture of unheard of proportions with small needle-like devices and a crossbow. Not just any crossbow but the
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2He nodded to each as they marched around him. Someone with his abilities does not have to tread lightly. There was the time he ordered the nine of them dead for their part in the
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3my colon churn out the maple-bacon infused gas. These were cholera clouds. This cocktail party wasn't ready for this either. But I didn't care. I never have. I could frame the
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5my assistant was an imbecile. He couldn't ladle a mushroom gravy onto a mashed potato to save his life. After all he was a retired P.E. teacher. If only Anne wasn't ill. Damn it.
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3with the ginger fat man I picked up at the pool hall. His breath was foul and his beard had gravy all around the edges. It looked like a fried sunflower. Instead, I'll just inch