Finished Folds (801—820)
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2"Yes, of course I do!" I huffed. "I'm turning Japanese. I really think so, the new distributor will be fine. Just fine. Now shuddup about it, will you?" The next day I met with
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5"I've been singing this song now for twenty five minutes. I could sing it for another twenty five minutes. I'm not proud... or tired." I knew what he meant. Ah, Alice's Restaurant.
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4You're getting sleepy....sleeeeepy....sleeeeeeeeepppppyyyy.... That's the last thing I remembered. I think I'm awake now. "Sure," the hypnotist whispered. "When I snap my fingers,
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5flying pots and pans, rotating teacups, and the ultraviolet roast beef leftovers from last night's dinner. No. NO! This isn't real! My mind screamed as I looked down at my dishpan
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2But Nestor knew what was up. Nestor was a good guy, an ethical food engineer. 1 of the few. 1 of the brave. "I gotcha back, dude," Nestor whispered, fingering the chocolate recipe.
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4, I must ask you to step back. Sir? Sir? SIR! Step back NOW or they'll be no taffy for you! Of course, he turned out to be an agitator and we had to throw him out!
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5, as if to say "Go on, little dogie, before I take the drill to you!" I didn't need a second invitation. In my best John Wayne impersonation, I swaggered over to the pony & hopped
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4I eyed him with suspicion. Damn if he wasn't a looker, though, especially with that tomato juice dribbling down his chin & cocky grin on his face. "Well here I am!" I threw my arm
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1No that she noticed. Between being semi-drunk on the 'real" Dr. Pepper most of the time and her extended stays the bathroom, she was pretty unaware. We all felt sorry for her.
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2him over his smooth, but moist, head. "Damn, Detective! That Dick's dead!" Det. Manatee spun around. Diamond Dave! "Whatever do you mean?" Det. Manatee replied, cool as a cucumber.
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2I shouldn't have felt so embarrassed. "We see this sort of thing 2 or 3 times every day," the frizzy-haired nurse intoned. Veronica, the banana now dislodged, sat up. "Really?"
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3In retrospect, I understand now why Wilbur lied. He had to. You don't mess with the Redondo Beach Ponces. Especially Fred.
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2! She changed her name to Hillary and married a slick fellow named Bill. And well, you know the rest of the story. It's not one you'll hear anywhere else but here in FoldingStory.
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2returned to it: ashes to ashes, dust to dust. We melded with the elements, grew fetid over time, and later found ourselves literally out on a limb, waving to passersby.
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7"And beans." I knew right then that something wicked this way would come. Probably about an hour after the promised Mexican meal. What a weird tale.
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5means we'll at least have good music when we all die & go to heaven. Until then, I'll just sit here on my porch, sipping my coffee laced with Geritol, remembering the good ol days.
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5made delicious roadkill burgers, I decided, right before I passed out, giggling deliriously in the middle of the road.
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4himself. Then he had the most brilliant idea! "I will call it Honeymoon Soup! Lettuce alone!" And so his multi-million dollar enterprise began. Newlyweds swore by it. Honeymoon
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5always felt disdain for tellers, measly little clerks, so pseudo-professional. So she pulled out her handgun, stole her money back, and staggered back into the night.
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9jotted down a few lines, then folded, then jotted down a few more, folded...and so on, until...the manifold story...ended. Here.