Finished Folds (41—60)
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3Lord Poppy Rocks. He liked to prance around in cowboy boots, a used burger king crown, and sparkly underwear he had obtained from the neighborhood thrift store. He also
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3I had been collecting my sweat for two years now. I kept it in mason jars. Thousands of them littered around my trailor. I was proud of my collection. I had names for each jar.
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3anything else. Bat got in contact with a hitman named Oscar who rattled off a price. 10,000 dollars. Cash. A little pricey, but worth it. Once Oscar was paid Bat sat back and knew
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4She stood before me naked and I felt my eyes wandering her body. Meandering until they became firmly fixed on a small dark spot on her upper thigh. What was that? I started to ask,
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5Lord Vartek looked out his castle window and saw the peasants doing their peasantly duties and proclaimed, "Today shall be known as Slingshot Day and all must participate in
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9"Arrrrr me matey, I be Captain John D. Pussinfeathers and I'll be your guide on these troubled waters. ARRRR." Jesus, Bob thought, was this tour really going to be 2 hours?
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7more appealing. I decided that now was the time. If I was going to marry Pickles, I would have to do it now or she would be scooped up by some other dork. I couldn't let good fruit
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2"This trumpet is haunted, did you know that?" Percy shoved the instrument in my face. It was tarnish and dull and smelled faintly of cigarette smoke. Percy was a fucking liar.
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3Mrs. Marple waited calmly in line a the food market. She had soiled her Depends again. She could hear the customers behind her making retching noises. She played it cool. That was
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6When I was a child we would go down to the swimming hole and stand on the shore casing rocks into the water. The goal was to be the first one to hit the kraken. Only one kid
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4smitten with them. My house is filled with them. Stacks upon stacks of sharpeners. My favorite is my 1932 pink Stafford sharpener. I like to turn the crank and listen to the gears
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4choked on the gangrous flesh of my son, Peter. We had been stuck in the snowy Alps. No food. Weeks went by. We were so hungry. We drew straws and I lost. But knocked my son out
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2L Ron didn't take disapointment well. The last person who had displeased him had been forced to read "Battlefield: Earth" aloud. Then watch the movie. Back to back. This caused
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3screamed "OFF WITH THEIR HEADS" even as she stumbled drunk to the ground and promptly passed out. Alice was aghast at what wonderland had become. An orgy filled drunken paradise.
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2found a stick. One with a pointed end. Then he took a deep breath and plucked out his left eye. The pain was unbearable. His girlfriend was there to comfort him though. She had
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2and ordered Jeeves to fetch her another bottle of Fanta. Orange. Slightly chilled in her favorite Barbie glass. She almost felt a tinge of pity at those K-mart children. Being an 8
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6his dream was slipping away like so many "arriba, arribas" in the wind. The crowd began to boo and then those boos turned to hisses. Speedy tried to lay down some beats, but
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0and the room went silent as it shattered on the stone floor. This was it. The time of judgement had come. He dropped to his knees, hastily trying to scrape up the shards of broken
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8We made fun of him a lot for that. I called him chumpy mcchimpy pants, chumpster, and chumpaliscious. He killed himself in 1994. I feel kinda bad. Like I'm responsible. I did load
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6society of Dusters. The Dusters were the toughest of the tough. They ran the prison and it's prisoners with an iron fist. Even the guards would step aside for a Duster. They were