Finished Folds (141—160)
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0rhetorical questions who were already badly wounded from the ninja strike. "We don't like no rhe-tor-cal questions down here." A stray blast clipped one of the hovering ninjas who
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0Of course, she had still hit that damn tree and every fucking branch before she hit the Earth. I couldn't be too picky. I wasn't exactly handsome. Weighing nearly 400 pounds and
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5if there are any suspicious spots on their naked body. Cancer spots. Ya know?" Chris Hansen narrowed his eyes. I made a fumbling step back and knocked an empty beer bottle over.
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2It was a hell of a cleft. The Grand Canyon of clefts if I do say so myself. Damn thing was so big I could crawl inside and get lost for days. A real MAN'S cleft, if you know what I
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2sticks of coagulated DEATH. Cancer posts. That's what my stepson called em. One puff and that's it. You're a goner. Buried. And second hand smoke? Why one wrong breath and
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3old women from the nearby retirement home and lined them up. As the music blared he led one of the largest line dances in history. He was proud. So proud. This would be his
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10"What the hell is wrong with you?" She asked before lighting a cigar and taking a long puff. I began to stutter. Words dribbling out of my mouth like I was a deep sea clown fish.
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2"So you wanna?" She pursed her smooth lips and placed her hand behind my neck drawing me closer. I could feel the tips of fingers and smell the foulness of her breath.
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2face. My deep, yearning for sweet animal love one of the foremost issues. "Everyone just listen!" Tears rolled down my cheeks. "I need to talk about something. I have to get it out
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2I found her in the back stall. I could hear her singing. Humming to herself as she went to work. Grafitti covered the walls, and the air stank of vomit and hot
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3was going to show her once and for all who could suck the most chrome. I was going far beyond a mere trailer hitch. I was going full bumper. I viewed the lucky Chevy on the web and
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5. I did a quick back somersault followed by a triple heel flip. A trick I had learned from my ancient Kung Fu master. He had been a crafty warrior known for his five golden rings
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3shops and retired backstreet clowns. I cried out and staggered backwards. My arms flailed and I fell backwards over a trashcan. "Now you know the true POWER of the octopus!" She
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7Drawing from the last reserves of their strength the once proud elves lifted themselves up, puffed out their chests, and proudly begged for mercy. For that was the elven way in
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3he may be able to stop the dreaded beast by turning it into stone. Tim didn't know what the hell a Madussa was though. It sounded Jewish. So he headed down to see his local
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5come back!" I sat dumbfounded. How could Raymond do this to me? That little pignosed bastard! I reached ino my pocket and pulled out my lucky nickel. It would help when I
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2was racing and the adrenaline soared through my body. I could do anything. 30 school buses? Shit, that was for losers. How about 50 buses filled with children strapped with
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3I used to boil my coffee to get the impurities out. There's some foul stuff in there. Roach wings, mouse turds, spider leg. God, I remember this one time when I drank
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4who will massage my feet with butter and sour cream. It's not much to ask really. I'm the terminator for God's sake! So I addled down to the singles bar and sat down next to a
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2Damn corrupt. But you have to beat them at their own game. That's what my ole' Papie used to say. So here's the plan. We meet at midnight beneath the