Finished Folds (201—220)
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2Of maybe they were Rockettes. I wasn't sure, but they pulled me up to join them. Kick! Kick! Higher! My brain bounced against my skull. STAY AWAKE, they urged! I levitated
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4I leapt with joy at the news! I unwrapped & consumed exactly 17 of the jelly beans, fulfilling the ancient prophecy at last. 666 jelly beans remained. And you know what THAT means.
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4me with suspicion & circled me, his long red fingernail raking over my pale cheek. "Sure," Satan growled. "Listen, kid, do you think I was born yesterday?! YOU...You're a SPY!" I
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6I'd found my thrill here on Blueberry Hill. Yes, I decided, licking myself from head to toe, then diving right back into the blue goo again. I woke with a start! My BACON! Burned.
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4d, my fingers crossed behind my back, all the while fantasizing that very moment of Wanda. My chin wobbled as I lied, giving me away. I finally stated the truth: "I hate you."
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2Their relief was short-lived, tho, for only days later tiny shoots sprouted from the ashes,growing quickly into sturdy stalks, then budding to form arms, neck, & head! She screamed
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6Moments later they both lay sprawled on the floor, broken dishes, food & wine splattered everywhere, every eye in the restaurant on them. Utter disbelief. "Waiter! Napkins please?"
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5"SHUT UP!" I screamed, tears rolling down my ugly, frustrated face. "STOP! GET OUT! DON'T SAY ANOTHER WORD OR I'LL..." You never finished that sentence or any other, ever again.
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4ed in onions & mustard. Ah, life was so simple then (sigh) But I digress. I must get back to the real reason I came here today. I assembled my Acme flamethrower & (sigh) took aim.
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3off the sprinklers to give me a moment to think of the right response to that question. I turned back around to face the goon. "Get the H-E-DOUBLETOOTHPICKS out of my garden! NOW!"
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4It didn't matter. I, also known as Ritchie Blackmore, knew the riff was pure magic.
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5in five seconds, the world as Barnes knew it ceased to exist...which was exactly what he'd hoped. What Barnes didn't count on, though, was that he would survive the gas explosion.
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3had been dreading this task, truth be known.He hated making wedding cakes, although his were the best in town. George studied the order: 5-tiers,classic white, buttercream. (Yawn!)
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4res hot enough? Marv cursed the fact that he didn't advance further than "Webelo" status in the Boy Scouts. It was one of Marv's most painful memories. They'd kicked him out for
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4invite them to church. "OK," they said, surprising me. I honestly didn't think they would accept. "Wear your best dress," I advised. "And shave your beard. I'll pick you up at 10."
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7ass. Now bend over! I was shocked by this outburst. Never in my 27 years of teaching first grade had I ever heard a kid talk this way to his teacher. "Get YOUR ASS to the principal
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3went to a Steve Martin banjo concert & we had front row seats. I embarrassed myself when Steve Martin invited me (just a little kid then, mind you) up on stage to play with him. I
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3moles living under my house. This is the very reason I breed grubs & moles, after all. Then I'll harvest your liver for the pate' I'm making for Christmas Eve. Happy Holidays!
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0, um, taste. He smiled the widest smile I'd ever seen. "Do you really think so?" I nodded, sidling up to a dusty statuette displayed in the corner. "This junk right here, for exa
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1room. "It's, um..." I stammered. "Never mind," she snapped. "I know what it is, ya dumbass. Ya think I was born yesterday?" We laughed together until we cried. What a woman!