Finished Folds (1—20)
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1With everybody in the bar drinking free beer I decided a game of drunk chess was in order. Challenging the guy next to me I opened with pawn to e4, little did I know but he was
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2There was only one super hero who could save her now. Forget spiderman or batman, this damsel in distress needed orangutanman!
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3meet an orangutan. My heart longs for it, it always has. Let us leave this cake party and set sail for Sumatra with all haste.”
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3But lo! The Prozac turned out to be an extract from a legendary, sacred & magical banana and turned our protagonist into an orangutan.
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2I just took control of the TV remote instead and changed the channel to 3.14159. I hoped the tv might show me a cure to my father’s curse
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1off and changed the story entirely. I hope no-one minds. I mean, it’s not entirely different, it will return to its original theme before fold 10, you will see.
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2Gradually & grudgingly I reached for my cheque book, only to discover it bereft of its last cheque. Alas! I would have to sign away my soul to pay for the insurance.
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2“Drinkth thou not thy ade o'lemon!” cried the CIA agent, “But instead cometh with me at once.” He lead me into a strange machine, inside of which were dials marking years, months
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6The caving in of the roof revealed a night sky populated by the stars of distant galaxies where aliens roasted space chesnuts and flossed their teeth with space floss.
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4some Spam?" Mightily offended I promptly left the restaurant and embarked on a crazed hunt for the Himalayan Yeti.
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3ocratic governing body to rule over my bedroom in my absence. I nominated the bent coat hanger as president, and the fairy lights voted for the pillow case to assume the role of
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1But it will be back tomorrow the same old time again.
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4to bribe the bouncer. Inside the club was quiet, and several slender seven-eyed serpents slithered softly to simple music. I reached for
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3If only they smelt good too.
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4It was, of course, rhetorical. And so Henry delivered it. And what an Earth-shattering secret it was. "Pickled olives, when blended in a blender with a sprinkling of
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5To begin with, there was much darkness. There was also some darkness, and in conclusion, the overall theme was that of darkness. I took my
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3controllably until their heads fell off backwards and blood sprayed from their necks improving the colour of the previously grey and boring public lavatory. My
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4And lock him out. He stood out in the cold, unable to re-enter the gym. As he slowly but surely froze and starved simultaneously he screamed out
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4I raised my hands to the heavens and just then the sun came out and blinded my eyes. I lost balance, toppled backwards and landed in Donald Trump's
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2? It was green and orange and black and purple and red and all fifty shades of grey and brown in places too. The man who