Finished Folds (81—100)
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1Just as speechless as one of those sandbags we kept down at Guantanamo during the Iraqi Invasion. I still couldn't believe after all I'd done for him, General Arcade would cut my
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2the masses, and I fucking hated monkeys. The Turner Broadcasting has crossed the final line. I slung my AKM assault rifle over my shoulder and set out to put an end to the primates
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2his six shooter all over the place, thankfully missing every shot. "Got-Darn-Rabbit!" Yosemite Sam yelled out in agony. It was only then that he realized that one of the .45 rounds
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1that her son had severe schizophrenia. She crossed her fingers and hoped for the best, but sure enough, when he returned, the pail was leaking, just as his cranial fluid was.
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10a goddamned hermaphrodite. Great. It's like I was stuck in that goddamned song by the Kinks, "Lola". Oh well, I'd read on an imageboard that it wasn't gay unless balls touched, so
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2Like they all did, like all the women in his life had. Memories of teeth pulled by tying a string to a doorknob and slamming it were forever etched into his mind right next to Anna
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4The hefty, olive-skinned man in front of him started snorting and making ape noises as though he was attempting to establish that - yes - he was the king of the goddamn jungle. So,
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3right nut and brought his crusty fingernails up to his nose to take a deep whiff. "Just like Pa' used to make". Dennis brought out the Pilsbury Breakfast Pastries and we got down
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1just can't sit through one more goddamned episode of "Teen Titans: Go!". The show is literally so awful that it makes me not want to live in this solar system anymore. Please help
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1p of the hill on 29th street, near where I'd first injected the junk and activated the Zybourne Clock. "Fuck", I breathed hard out from under my breath. I was running out of time,
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2But also sort of like that one episode of Quantum Leap where the guy goes back to the sixties and inhabits the body of a downie. Good stuff. But, I digressed, and reached into my
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3deep into her haggard pores that had long been caked, clogged with poorly applied make-up. But that was besides the points. There was no longer a George, all that remained was Nick
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4Italians from four blocks down could smell balls of meat cooking in their own juices. Guidos came from afar and awide to get a taste of the lasagna and circus peanut concoction
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4followed by a streaming trail of what used to be his genitals before they had been sucked into the rotary jet engines of the plane. Similar in texture to balogna that had been chew
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3But names are meaningless in this new dog-eat-dog cyber world anyways. I slammed the bucket over the top of her head and flipped the switch. She would be assimilated, just like all
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2everything. My family, what little friends I had, even my relationship with my mother, but it was all so worth it. The prospect of living a life of freedom under my own rules was
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0enough room in the ship's escape pods for three people and the Hyper Space Ship Helre had a crew of five. Two of us weren't going to make it out alive and would be ripped apart by
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3whistled, as dophin-mermaids are known to do. I was a fool, a poor fool. Another fatality; another man lured to his death by the prospect of getting to stick my dick in a blowhole
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2, twisting his raised arm into the shape of an upside down pretzel. "Isn't segregation unconstitutional?" "No, not at all, young Hogarth. Why, just yesterday I was drinking from a
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1past eight decades or so since Tinsel Town's "golden era" in the 1920's. E'yup. A real Fran Drescher type. I beat out a tattoo on the table with my fingers as I wondered if she