Finished Folds (4981—5000)
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1lost my prosthetic leg down between the slats of the old bridge and had to hop all the way back home. But did that keep me from eating my slops? Nosirreebob, it did not! No one was
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2neither would it make death worth dying for. That single profound thought made his boner shrink,thus rendering him useless. The thugs began laughing in mid-slap and pretty soon
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0this silly spat. Really, now...and all over some little misunderstanding on whose turn it was to do the dishes (sigh). Angel handed me a brillo pad and Xenu started drying. Soon,
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3Georgia. We just kept driving and driving and driving on I-75, snapping pictures of doggy doo and adding to our doo-cumentary. When we finally reached the Florida border, little
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3My detachers are malfunctioning. Please do something." Papa flea did something, alright. He'd never seen such a fat tic in his life. So he started a tic circus right there on Guess
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7. Tony read my book and immediately recognized his wife's mammaries featured as central characters. He demanded a cut of my royalties. He wanted to get his wife breast lifts.
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5using only white paint. The idea behind Luke's art was to have people stand very still and look at his paintings. Thus, the people were the art, not the canvases.
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2I meant WEED, not WEEDS. Arrrgguuuhhh!
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4"Just hand me the damn Doritos and shuddup, OK?" I buzzed, semi-stupified that I'd just told Pres. Cheech to shut up. Next thing I remembered,I was harvesting weeds & shit on Mars.
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5his old man came rolling home. Literally. His old man's legs were blown off during the Tet Offensive of '68 and Nick Nack needed the loan to remodel the trailer so Dad could maneuv
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3undivided attention now. He burpled. "I am hot for Mith Thmith." Then the teacher passed out. His students sat there slack-jawed. Miss Smith? The principal?! OMG! They tweeted
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5"Ah yes...I think it's ready." The scientist sucked the repuke out of my mouth with a syringe and deposited it in a beaker. "Hmmm, let's see...the formula also calls for 120 ccs
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5Roast the broomstick. Fiddle. Bury the bone. Nookie. Makin' bacon. Hiding the bishop. Boom-boom.
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1I said "to" instead of "do" and they thought I was making fun of their articulation. I truly wanted to help make the mining industry more racially diverse with my book. Black Lung
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2and threw it over his left shoulder to fend off Satan. Only thing was that Satan was standing behind The Dog's right shoulder.We were skeptical it was actually him at first, but
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4us DO-OWN! Didja heer me, man?I say DO-OWN! An' I got a little ditty I'ma gonna play rightcheer and no-ow...goes sumpin' lak dis." Ol' Willy pulled out his mouth organ & the blues
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3My kitty, Ted, is the biggest badass cat in the world. He weighs 21 pounds and wakes me up each morning by sitting on my face each morning until I can't breathe.
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2she told me to bug off," Sid the cockroach sniffled. Sid didn't understand his own near immortality, however. Although he put himself in full sight, he didn't know that cockroaches
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4Criminee, Mama's at the sewing machine again. She's gonna make me wear whatever she's making. From the looks of it, I'll soon be sporting some camouflage footie pajamas. The one
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4thar ain't no one gonna say nothin' different to no damn grammar Nazi! HarHAR! Hey...wait a minute...I was kidding! Seriously, I was just jokin', Admiral. Hey, I'm sor -- BLAM!