Finished Folds (861—880)
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6Like moldy toadstools in your long unscrubbed sink. The odor was causing a psychedelic trip where the room became a mish mash of
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3with volcanic laundry detergent and less than tidy whities Mums everywhere followed the relentless beat of the war drums toward the
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5and reveal they are actually furious singers. And the stories they told and fold were a secret opera all about
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3wildly while shouting obscenities. "Woo! watch me take off my long striped undershirt !" The neighbors all puked up there lunch and the large officer in the front yelled
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3itcom about him. Better to retire early. "No thanks on this hinky contract! I have better things to do with my life like become a professional golfer." Closed the door.
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3,he mused, phasing in and out of the space time continuum until at last he and the Cheshire cat unified. Their unique smile leaving all involved with jumbled memories.
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7Talk radio for eternity. Thankfully Eternity wouldn't be long and the sound of "TIMBER!" came the sharp hacking of the ax. (Ah! Blissful slumber.)
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6humans. First you recite bad poetry while snapping your fingers. then you beat the humans to death or sleep which ever comes first. Too bad the sandman also has a
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4"So buck up little buckaroo and, hop on that giant elastic band and we'll shoot you to the farthest nebula!" There you will find the great...
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5Soft little Muff Muffin had been quiet too long. The day was grey and sad. How had Mitchy let poor little Muff Muffy get near that
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2wanted to dissect them. "Hold still Bubba! This'll only hurt a lot. " The cut was made acid sprayed. The last thought; G*d no wonder they rule this world. Fade to black.
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3he felt dizzy and ill. No more wild nights with whiskey and methane. No retirement was the way to go. Which way did the stake say was out of this place? Exit stage right.
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2for the taser. This was the kind of torture only a farting masochist could conceive. Damn him. The taser it was. "Bob!" ...
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3cooed like a warbling dove but, I felt there was a knife in her comment. My fat brain wasn't sexy. It was my fat wallet she loved. And then came the hammer she
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3when you make that farty noise in your armpit, the smell of sweat in the morning after your fifteen kilometer jog and when you turn your head and cough. It turns me on.
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4cried out, "Fellow nude Foldsters follow me into the light!" The heavens opened and the rain poured down washing me in
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4like moldy katsup/ketchup. He wanted more. Since his teeth couldn't penetrate it, he grabbed a hammer and chisel and began pounding away when suddenly
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2her stocking clad legs. "Anything for the tangy robust cheese," she pleaded, strutting sluttily in front of him. "Please baby ...
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3It was just enough to kill him quickly. I secretly laughed. They would never catch me and the message in the hidden backwards English told me
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2Goat curry with just a hint of that secret sauce always made me do something in my ...