Finished Folds (81—100)
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3the sexy manatees rub on the backs of their lovers in those "Oceans 54" movies. No reaction. I blew out about an acre of my guts to show off. Only the sea cucumber noticed.
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4, "and I should know - I was in Hoboken shootin' craps illegally at the time." The food gasped and slithered off the table in defeat. "There." she continued. "Now that outta do it.
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2"Whilst thou go and fetch us some water, pray thee?" she asked. I could not but refuse this comely lass of mine."But of course," I said to Jill. Whilst thou accompany me?" Yes Jack
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4stitch purely by hand. "Have ye no machine with which to stitch?" They barked to Discord and Chaos. "Who's a witch?!" gasped the cotillion of scullery maids.
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4one?" he asked, pointing at a circle. "Oh, why, that looks to be a..." the demon server consulted the box diagram again. " - a lemon fluff, your liege." That was clearly not going
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5Then light flooded our eyes. When mine adjusted everyone yelled, "Surprise!" And I saw my best friend from college wearing slimy costumed tentacles. laughing his arse off and all m
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2started my own little reconaissance mission. "Hmm..." following the trail I was soon led to a refrigerator on the Upper East Side belonging to a wealthy family by the name of Ratch
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2"Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum, bring out the coffin, let Snap'smourners come
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5said. "I will RIP your lips off and you'll have NO more cookies!" A gasp was heard and the minnehoonies dispersed. "But-but what off ice cream?" Asked the queen, quivering in her
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4SO, lining up ass-backwards, affixing their various tinfoil hats and spinning wheel shoes, the game was on. "Bang!" the gun fired and the Psychopath Tourney '18 was off & running!
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5"SO you say!" The Emperor looked again in the full length mirror, seeing only his fat, amorphous flesh. "But - what of my beautiful poitrine?" "Oh," answered the serf. "So lovely!
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1"Boom!" the can lid flew open and there, amidst a cloud of dust and filth was...? "I-I'm terribly sorry..." he sputtered. "Who ARE you?" "Err, well you see, I'm-I'm- Hugh Grant..."
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1But, as a last ditch effort the poor deer reached into his satchel, and with one quick thrust into his chest with an EpiPen he was revived anew and the Lord said to him, "Be free!"
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2ago to a bad LCD and Ayahuasca trip. (The King, believing his was Justin Bieber, took out a guitar and crooned to the prisoners who summarily committed suicide). Myrtle the Turtle
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2I dared to ask him, "Do you think I could get a fan, too?" A record scratch was heard and then, an audible gasp. All heads whipped my way. Lagerfeld merely blinked at me in horror.
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2by the food court. "My, someone's on their period." mused Pamela Penguin to Priscilla as she laughed. "Riiight?" said Priscilla, adding,"Ooh! I heard there's a sale at Wet Seal!"
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2Closing his eyes, he rested his hand-feathers on his beak and began to meditate on flight school. (His father had pushed him out of the nest). "I am like a mighty eagle!" he cried
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7she retorted. This was NOT the way his mother spoke to his father. Suddenly, he was enraged - enraged with the power of his ancestors. "Auchtung, mein Frau!" he shouted. "Streudel
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2The cancerous car beeping continued. "Ah, hell," said Big Phil. "Mind as well get this over with." Grabbing his journal, a knife and his trusty St. Christopher's medallion he heade
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3"Rad!" I said to Potato Chip Jesus. "You're Welcome," PCJ said, heading for the door. "Wait!" I exclaimed. "I love a good bedroom into 7-11 miracle as much as the next guy, but do