Finished Folds (421—440)
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1whore, selling its wares no matter how tired, for the highest price possible. Bertha V. Nation, the kindly neighborhood drag queen, was no whore, rather an artist with an extra
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5disease. He believes in the Tooth Fairy too. One time, he pulled four good teeth and put them under his pillow. He got the $1, but didn't get the buck double cause he forgot tax.
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2done with Helen. Their friends Louise and George laughed menacingly at the scene. While Tom had cornered the market on jerky treats, he had lost at love. Suddenly, Louise
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1ran down the fey corporal's face as he sobbed from the captain's admonition. Dawn Wells who boarded this 3-hour venture then said, "Oh, Ginger, don't cry, I'm sure that
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3as I never understood the hypnotic attraction of Yanni playing the klezmer. While not Jewish nor gay (if there is a difference) never could avoid becoming turgid when I heard that
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1just then a parade of animated mini-wheat zombies came from no where and began attacking my head. Adroitly, I ran to the fridge and poured the milk carton over my head, dissolving
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1retainer. He would not be able to bill for the call. Suddenly, I awoke in pool of sweat. Actually, it was blood. Suddenly, I awoke in fright from the dream within a dream, when
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2he smelled like charred beef with curdled sour cream atop. Unwrapped, Betsy's father looked as if he were a 50 something Asian woman -- quite disconcerting
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1withdrew from Ann's awkward smooch. No, Lisa's sturgeon and carp lip emollient had grown fetid, which did not help the budding, lesbian kiss. Helen G (1 of 20 Helens) was Lisa's
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5fulfill my "drawings of alien penis" quota. I love quotas. For example, when I was pledgemaster for a Yale secret society,
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6something I actually materialized above my head in a real graphic novel "think bubble.". From the squinting looks from those around me peering above me, I knew
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4Those "professionals" never impressed me. I usually daydreamed about pouring sugary, Italian flavor syrups all over them, and then placing them bound in the entomology lab, but
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2to exercise naked upon some other relative - maybe Uncle Jesse. And no, my Uncle Jesse did not have a penchant for moonshine - much more refined - he liked ripple with Red Bull on
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3But I would say, "Red capers? They are just salty red hots.". I never was good at lying - like the time I said to Erin Moran at a ComicCon, "LOVED 'Joanie Loves Chiachi'."
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1reminded me immediately of my knitting circle. We had mostly women in our knitting circle, except for me and a poof named Claude from San Jose. Claude's former group had kicked
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1dude was batshit crazy. No, this girl was a woman of danger, excitement, intrigue. I would go down to the K of C Wednesday Bingo Night and slam my pink bingo applicators down
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4and suffocated to death never to be heard or written of again. Meanwhile, at the Jesuit seminary, glaziers had just finished installing a stained glass window of Kermit the Frog
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4provide discounts on car insurance. One of the worst decisions I ever made was to agree to let my flatulent driver's ed instructor drive my mom's Pontiac Grand Am to
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5just decided to fess up to her. "Mom, Daryl is wearing your chaps." Mrs. Saunders was livid. She shot out of the room with her whip trailing behind her.
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3But had he? The statement was actually was for a Mark with a "k" not a "c." Marc was out of luck after all. No money, no woman, no job. Marc opened his office window and took