Finished Folds (221—240)
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2"Foist of alls, don't call me 'kid.' Cuz I'm like almost 39, ya rat fink. Second of alls, it ain't none yo biz what I'm sniffin on, buddy -- ' like yo shit don't stink!?"
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1Her eyes instantly welled up with tears. "Well," she blubbered. "Nothing, I guess!" She slammed the contents of her four arms down and ran off flailing them in the air, crying all
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1hello. She instantly felt betrayed and silly. Shadow puppets. What was she thinking? How amateur. Did she really think that was going to win her over? What was this, the days of va
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3the poor man's Tiny Tim hit the stage, "tip toe"-ing through his own metaphorical tulips for he was worth. I had to hand it to him, for a recently escaped mental patient, he was
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4'sticks. Round these parts folks tend to keep to themselves. History has shown any fool sticks his beak where it ain't wanted might pull back a much shorter beak...well...anyway,
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2down her beautifully coifed, expensively installed new hair extensions - uh - yeah! The ones she bought from India - double weft, hand drawn, 5A, cuticle hair, and now, it's wet!
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1one giant silvery Cyclops eye. In no time at all she was the brand new SVP of OD Senior Vice President of Bad Trip Management and Overdose Interception. The new position comes equi
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3n Irish drinking song!" It hooted madly. Everyone stared in silent disapproval at the owl. "Ok, Ok, jeez....it was jut an idea...." After a pause: "Fine. Then it's Eminem again."
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6d like she registered acknowledgement. It faded just as fast from her face. She looked down at the floor at her feet where once two red, sparkling shoes once were. Her head felt fo
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1kicked in, my brother was already "balls deep" in AK-47s, SKS-90s, Mac-10s, Glocks, .45s, .22s and enough ammo to light up the sky until New Year's. He'd always been the "dark shee
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2slack-jawed Neandrathal troglodyte," she thought to herself in an unusually chipper way. Well, good riddance. perhaps he'll fumble with his giant pants and fall off the cliff
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2"Nice try, honey." One of the coppers yells up at her. "Why don't you try showin' a little leg next time." She frowns and yells, "And why don't you try dropping dead next time, Pig
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2Pig Latin with TouchMeTM Technology (from the Original Makers of "Pat The Bunny"). Everything had to be "hands on" these days to be considered worthwhile it seemed. Even "Porn Pat
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1And so what, he thought even more defiantly to himself. So what if their freedom came at a cost. Isn't it OK to make that decision for yourself and for the greater good once in awh
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1and deliver the Fierce - the Kind with the Capital F to the G with Gee Golly Driving Miss Molly that's Fire Deep Down in the soul let me tell you...Dark and Deep in the Swamps
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1"Well no Sh*t, Ms. Gilded Pants, but how?! They've got us wired for sound! You know that! We have bloody CHIPS in our HEADS! Or have you forgotten that tiny detail, Martha?"
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5communicated through a series of elaborate yet ancient gestures. Soon enough they had moved enough earth to see what they had uncovered was indeed the treasure they had sought all
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4a plethora of said conundrums, albeit those wrapped in an enigma, swathed wholly in a riddle, over a veilc worn by a man skipping and singing, "I'm a naughty Alpine boy!"
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3abruptly, wondering if in this universe he had left the kettle on at home. Oh well, no matter. Parallel dimensions being what they are, he figured he would just peel off his plasti
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3However, your air-speed to torque velocity ratio racks up exponentially if you are wearing faux fur and nibbling on vegemite.