Finished Folds (5241—5260)
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6circus peanuts. You know the kind...orange and squishy, made of marshmallow? The USDA Nutrition guidelines indicate circus peanuts as an excellent source of refined sugar and artif
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5The letter to Santa seemed innocent enough, but what Santa didn't know was that Jacob Nealy was in a maximum security prison in Eddyville. A bike, a coat, and a puppy was all Nealy
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10Grade a paper, take a sip of merlot, check FoldingStory. Grade a paper, take a sip of merlot, check FoldingStory. Grade a paper, take a sip of merlot, then another sip, check
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6& insecticides and wash it down with a plastic bottle of purified water.The message design scientists were testing the efficacy of this new PSA to promote veganism. They aired it
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2Having learned how to tend to orangutans in his hometown of Toledo (after finally getting his Section 8 psychiatric discharge during Nam),Maxwell Klinger knew that the hairy beasts
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3There was...and I did...and began to guffaw uncontrollably. They found me the next day under my desk, a serene smile pasted on my face, my myopic eye still open, staring.
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3Netflix." Uncle Kringle leaned forward and, laying a finger aside of his nose, whispered, "Our little homemade movie featured the Babes in Toyland. Yup, distributed by mistake."
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3teaching others how to measure their wealth. Yes, I was a multi-talented talent agent. But what I really want to be is a masseuse, but I keep rubbing people the wrong way. Fudge.
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4."ThankyouforcallingDial-a-GeekhowmayIhelpyou" said the unhelpful-sounding voice. I explained my problem. "I'll have to come look at it. Be right over." Click. It was now 2:30 a.m.
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6seemed to be eternity. It was, in fact, eternity. So here I sit, playing FoldingStory, still waiting for the customer service rep to get back to me, muzack buzzing in my ear.
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5annoyed me. My electronic devices were spoiled brats. I spanked them all soundly and sent them to bed. The next morning my TV and my remote said they were sorry. I forgave them and
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2amazing intelligence, far more attractive than those dumb Korean models. I was aroused by the Thai womens' conversations about quantum physics, art, and politics. I fell in love
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2"O-OK." I buried my face in my sleeve. Mom didn't get it. She didn't want to get it. I sniffled. I had no choice. It was my last resort. I became a Navy SEAL.
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6There were always things going on at the old folks home and tonight was the talent show. The residents had been practicing for weeks! Everyone gathered in the community room and
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3trophee...trofee...trofey...UGH...T-R-O-P-H-E-Y. Yeah, that's it. I had not only won the spelling bee, but a scout from Harvard had come to check me out. He cornered me afterwards
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4Bart was tied to his mother's apron strings since birth. This became problematic when he grew to over six feet tall, his feet bumping along clumsily behind his mother as she
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5forced to assist giving CPR to the grim-faced mortician, neighed in appreciation. Meanwhile, the grim-faced mortician was becoming the grey-faced mortician. His last words were
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1Oh MAN! I also just f'ed up somebody's folding story and feel bad about it. Dammit anyway!
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4Jill thought that was interesting, until she was getting ready the next morning and found that same note "Preword by PW#3: 310 616-0139" tattooed under her left armpit.
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4Mrs. W found him on the steps of her porch. He said his name was Henry and he had nowhere to stay. Mrs. W said he could stay in the 3rd floor of her house, but she didn't tell her