Finished Folds (281—300)
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6that of William Jennings Bryan, who was the unsuccessful Democratic nominee for President 3 times.” The listeners looked down, shaking their heads. The final fold had been ruined.
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5Great. I’m an unwilling Pinocchio subject to Bean’s whims and no Blue Fairy to save me. Oh well. Maybe I’ll make the best of it and have Bean schedule a play date with Howdy Doody.
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4possible for us to populate this island if we end the birth control. But I don’t know if I should mate with someone I’m not thrilled about. You see, I’m more attracted to the vole.
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4it up. He had nearly grasped it when a bigger creature nearby farted, blowing the gum away. Finally, the creature caught the airborne gum and chewed it. Gross. Tasted like a fart.
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3foolishly dialed the number, which was 1-800-KILLYOU. A guy named Dom answered. He told me he was tracing the call and would be right over to bump me off. I ran. I’m still running.
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3wondering how she would look wet, and she looked damned good! Problem was, she smelled like wet dog, which Prince Harming couldn’t stomach. He mounted his horse and rode, far away.
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4anger and lunged. The actor playing Theseus stumbled and fell, tripping on his sandals. “Cut!” yelled the director, shaking his head. “Where is Steve Reeves now that we need him?"
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2motorcars, not a single luxury. Sounds a lot like Gilligan’s Island, doesn’t it? Although I’m sure I would swap that dinosaur child nibbling my sleeve for Mary Ann nibbling my ear!
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3With all I’d gone through, I wasn’t about to let a giant 4-legged figure keep me from crossing. So I kicked it right in its giant nut sack. As it doubled up, I crossed. I was FREE!
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3Her image was there, cloudy and above my head, just like in a cartoon…a cartoon! Yes! Yes! That’s it! I pulled out my Pink Pearl and began erasing her image above my head. Success!
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2And those memories should have STAYED lost; they were so lousy. No one ever listened to me. Isn’t that terrible, doctor? Doctor? Doctor, WAKE UP, I’m trying to tell you something!
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2So Paul stayed. They couldn’t get rid of him. Knowing Paul’s fragile mental state, they put a loaded revolver on the coffee table. Paul shot THEM with it and continued watching TV.
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2Soon, however, the allowance became inadequate. She wanted more for putting up with him. He agreed, but only if she would get naked, cover herself in whipped cream, and dance. This
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6the USSR. No, not THAT USSR, but the Unbelievably Stupid Shit Regulators, a global organization governing ATA (i.e., All Things Asinine). As such, the 2nd Dark Age was marked by
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2ear lobes. Everyone admired Spock’s pointy ear tips, but Bones literally LUSTED for his lobes. It became so noticeable that the crew started calling Bones “Boner” behind his back,
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2Butt got bent over The Knee, and The Hand smacked The Butt mercilessly, causing The Eyes to cry massive tears. It seemed that nothing could be done about The Hand’s abuses, until
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5hocolate & ran. A Brimley valkyrie landed in my path, lecturing me on Quaker Oatmeal & Liberty Medical. I cast a spell saying “Diabeetus begone!” & it vanished in a puff of smoke.
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4red-suited one let her pussy-whip him. “Santa!” she’d bark, “Stop playing with the elves!” Or “Santa! Your weight is crushing me to death! Let me be on top!” It got so bad that
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2“Toodily-DOO!” it yelled as it punched out a window. For its work, the doll ascended to Heaven. This annoyed the real Ned Flanders, who always thought HE was worthy of Ascension.
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3Not only did eels SELL like hotcakes, eel hotcakes became popular, too. Just mix ground eel with pancake batter, and imbed the head in the center of the cake before serving. Yummy!