Finished Folds (41—60)
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1IT room making more jokes about lesbionics (copping wood, flannel, and Subarus and Volvos). Throwing the HR red flags was funny until one hit Fred's eye and shattered his iris.
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3person supposed to believe that a talking banana with googley eyes would just eat all those pancakes WITHOUT syrup? I mean, come on! Even nannerpuss must have taste.
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3facial lotion. Yeah, the old maples leaves made it sticky and made me smell like a Canadian, but the secret ingredients of ground-up puppy tails and sugar glider wings made me
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7was announced throughout the Bingo hall by Father Joe. "BINGO" screeched from the back of the hall. Damnit, my archnemisis, Squawkers had dethroned me as Bingo Royalty as he had
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5but someone would probably screw it up by talking about Father Joe, or REALLY improve it by randomly bringing Squawkers in to save the fold. Oh, if some of these people had a real
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1and frankly, it IS a kitten. Sure, they start out cute, but then eventually evolve into a cat, and does this world REALLY need another cat? So Wolfgang's putting it in the oven
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4of Sharks devouring the mofia of the sea ... AKA seal lions. Sure, they look cute and can balance a ball on their nose, but they actually are constantly harassing other animals to
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3ng to take receipt of the HR Red Flag without fighting back. Sure, he doesn't wear pants to work, but how many walking peanuts actually have genitals that are visible anyway?
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1a salty but somewhat creamy sweet taste. I felt like it slide down my throat with so little effort that it kinda shocked me. Yes, this stemcell cow burger filled my desire for
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0's born with 6 toes on each foot. HR would not pass the Red Flag to Captain Awesome, though, as HR hated extra toes. Instead, HR passed the Red Flag to Freckles for his comments
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3all ready to walk into the Big Top when they found the number one reason to despise the circus ... CLOWNS! Damn those fake-faced freaks who loved to twist latex. The twins look
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2comments on my dungeons and dragons blog. Sadly, I had none as always. I decided, I needed pity friends, so I went on Facebook and put a sad face with the words "mom died, poop."
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4. But the "reach around" he then provided proved to me that the "helper" part of his Hamburger Helper" name was MORE than accurate. But, maybe I should rename him "Sausage Helper
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5the subliminal message in the background. It was Bill Clinton quietly whispering, "Arkansas REALLY is the vacation capital of Planet Earth." Odd that a Monkey Menswear company
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2that to get me randy. I require at least two dog licking peanut butter off my giant elf shlong before I'm good and ready to get it on, get it off, and put you on Santa's good list.
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6Shamu before that "incident" a couple years back, 8) an IT professional who doesn't annoy the hell out of everyone around them, 9) a hamburger-shaped cookie, 10) sumthin'
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1s. Luckily he beat Cotard's syndrome by repeatedly listening to Josh Groban songs until he was completely retarded back to his old self, thus reversing the Cotard Syndrome. Oh,
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4rs' stocking and threw it out the window where it got caught on a milk truck that was driving by. Squawkers squawked, "You bitch! I'm gonna claw you for that!" OMG, I had never
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6Shriner's circus circuit. I even put a fez on each of my erotic finger puppets. I was making hand over pumping fist. All was fine until we ended up in Terre Haute where the
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3The walkie talkie immediately died, and I was standing on the edge of the rainbow river. Damnit Dr. AngryPants! I MUST find LegoCowboy before the sun sets over the marshmallow