Finished Folds (61—80)
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3Of course, I would lose. Rapping somehow comes easier to the other psych ward residents. I'm not insane enough to spout out words in such rapid succession I suppose, but I could
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4What I didn't know was that while I was double dipping in the cheese dip superserious was seriously plotting his revenge against me. If he just followed the terms of service this
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5I like painting, and do enjoy that it is my occupation but I've given up my dreams of owning a house on the shore. I've resigned to a life of ramen noodles and thrift store clothes
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6from being eaten by the neighbors dog. The mangy mutt would chomp, chew and gnarl every last component of my action figures if I did not bury them in
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2giggled as she rested her elbow on a big red button. The tank shook and Doris realized she'd inadvertently attacked a small village they were passing. It wasn't funny anymore and
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7totally ruined. Her guest were expecting her dinner to be extraordinarily out of this world, and electricity, the focal point of her meal tasted just like chicken. What to do?
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3put on a pretty (short) skirt and some heels. Sheriff Willie may be well along in years, but he was also clearly in peak physical condition, as those black jeans proved. I wanted
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2for good fun and it was better than being mistaken for the acquaintance of a red-headed street walker. Or worse, the attacker of one. One plink through her target like hair and we
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3the internal organs of what was either a very elderly man or a hideous woman. As it took the light left in the eyes of the anime vixens, they fell to the floor, entrails in tow.
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5"30 minutes my pasty, white behind! Leave the pizza on the stoop or I'll blow your lyin' face off!" Boris shot a warning through the window. Rolling out from behind the couch, he
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4ewhere. But now, in a world run by technological giants, one man will rise up to save them all from carpal tunnel, texting addictions and the pornography. Will he succeed? Or wil
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2"Holy S--! There's been a computer malfunction!" I bellowed knowing that if we lost the intel Russia was going to box up our limbs separately and feed us to the sharks. "What the
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6old therapy couches, cheeto wrappers and duct tape. Therapists are incredibly savvy-which is good because someone as innocent as Maria deserves to be rescued. The mission would not
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3cane waggling in my direction. I was unaware that "hi" was an improper greeting. He wasn't trying to hit me, but his inch thick glasses told me he was dangerously close to doing so
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4In that moment, the world fell silent. Completely and utterly silent. Like if you were in a library, deaf and dead all at the same time kind of silent. I couldn't turn away as he
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8the bed collapsed, the bottom left leg sank through the floor. His wife sat up more angry than alarmed. "You stood up to IKEA alright. A Q-tip. You idiot," she spat and pushed him
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5I had to clean the bathrooms. And there were a lot of bathrooms. I thought that would be my only punishment, harsh as it was, but the mysterious, judgemental entity was not done.
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2stepped out from behind a light pole. "Huh," Margaret breathed, "so God is a scrawny little thing." His beady eyes narrowed, "I am the great and powerful ancient God Phil!" He ran
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3Some night this was turning out to be! I was stuck with a man who just took a dump in a stranger's mailbox and, although I didn't think it would be polite to ask, I think he wiped
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5the butterknife.