Finished Folds (301—320)
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3then pick up smaller, easy to manage pieces. Everyone smiled. An hour later, the whale carcass was chock full of dynamite. When the blast went off, the giant skull destroyed my car
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1and the stench of blood, shit and animal vomit was rarely abated. Slaughterhouses rarely played host to award winning writers, but Moore was revisiting his youth. Closing doors
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4as the shuttlecock. I returned to life once again, finally hoping I could be happy. I settled into my groove and made amazing music with Paul and my wife. Then some ass hat
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0I'd strung together an entire one pound bag of m&m's into a poultice & those bastards only melted in your mouth. Things got uncomfortable on Halloween when trick or treaters showed
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2I'd come to expect from Denny's. When did they start serving pancakes on naked Japanese women. Was this a part of their new international menu? When my pirogi arrive on a hairy
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3she woke up and told me she dreamed I cheated on her. She was pissed all day long and we didn't have sex for a week. I had a dream she could fly, so I pushed her out of a plane.
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2dart throwing, ping pong tossing or daring, in-motion Ferris Wheel maintenance that could pull me out of my townie-slut binging. The fragrant desperation of drunken hair-farmers
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1drowning in the most festive of ways. Their high pitched shrieks alerted the Baywatch wannabes who sprang into action, pulling the frothy, effeminate kick line from the waves.
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3But that's happens when you don't use a loufa. Her lady areas got similar reviews, having never heard of, or been anywhere in the vicinity of Brazil or anything remotely Brazilian.
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2"Sha Nay Nay?" shouted Martin Lawrence, desperately clinging to the echoes of relevance. Secondarily, he was hoping a lawsuit might emerge against "Sha Na Na", some band that stole
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2Gladiators and only the strong survived. A 6 year old that barely slipped under the "you must be under this tall" sign launched himself into the balls, strangling kids with tickets
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2They'd tacked glittery pixie dust signs to their brooms that said "We won't fly til U buy!". It was the 10th day of work stoppage. Witches refused to chant, curse or augur until
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0from him. "Come on sugar", Kenny mouthed to his transvestite. She was compliant as he slapped her on the ass in a PDA exclamation point. Clark, Kenny's wingman, pulled up her skirt
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0spackled on more dried urine and sick. Christina needed to show how far she'd sunk before Tony could show how far she'd come. It was the Robbins signature move, and Aguilera loved
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2movie premieres, stage plays, my ginger ex-fiance's vaj...anything with a red carpet. The camel's only job at these events was to display those meta-tarsals to the press, diverting
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2the ass by the conservative nouveau. They could pin "presidential" on anything with a penis, but needed his dad's CIA contacts to move the oil cleanup rights toward their leader's
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4and worked both sides against the middle, kind of like their new E-Harmony threesome option. They were more interested in appearing family values, than being it. Their IPO orgies
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5rose up mightily into the air, disappearing into the mardi gras street lights like jets in the sun. He focused his mighty parrot colon & launched a string of poo at her bare chest
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0Her screams could be heard across the door as she fell, grasping for the knife in his hands. "No!" she screamed. "We work here! It's not to be removed except by customer!" The tag
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1as that's the only way to ensure the kind of Halloween carnage she requred. She didn't want them biting into the apples right there and getting cut. The caramel was a buffer