Finished Folds (4281—4300)
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3(Insert Cliff Robertson joke here.) His distractive walking distracted many drivers and pedestrians alike and caused dreadful accidents. The police asked him not to walk like that,
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5This would turn off many women, but Train Girl was different. "Read me the estimated times of arrival for the Detroit Station again," she purred, moving closer to him than he had
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2redundant to say so, however. So where were we? Oh yes. Colonel Rumpcheeks had just refused to serve his wine to a busload of alcoholic Republican conventioneers on the grounds
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5to scream at the top of her lungs to be sure he heard her. "OH GREAT WISE AND DIABETIC OWL," she hollered, her face turning purple, "WHATEVER SHALL I DO?" The owl hooted
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4She loved the music of Yes, but found them very challenging to work with in the studio because they were very particular. "No, no, no!" they would shout after each take,
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4of my Kung-Fu grip, which loosened with the pop of a button on my back. "I'm sorry, I thought I knew you," I said to her. "Aren't you Rip Van Codpiece, the author?" she asked.
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3Finally I was able to locate some Ben-Gay in Gay Ben, a nightclub in Benghazi, where you could drink free if you rode the mechanical camel. Tempting as it was, I declined, and
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1down something about the screaming baby at the next table who had bitten his finger instead of his french fry, but when he found the note later, it was illegible. Still, Paul was
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2handed me a whisk broom, said "clean it up yourself", and marched out the front door and home to her mother, who had been dead for several years. I looked at the shattered remains
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4actually it really was the other, each thought, privately. Now, with the love affairs and the therapy over, there was nothing to do but stare at the sea. And it was a great relief.
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4screamed "Eeee! Eeeee!", which was the secret monkey signal for all the monkeys on the Monkey Cart to go bananas. The driver stepped on the gas and the cart careened around
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2I myself hardly have time to read the word "gui" any more, so I made it into a hit TV show starring the most obnoxious people alive. "Gui" would still be on TV now, except
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4But when they asked him to put on the French maid outfit he refused and was sent out to buy more beer for the people still playing. Had the end justified the means or was he a putz
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3Details! In the end it was proven that it was not he, but she that had done it. But by that time she had started a new life in a foreign country under the name of Wumba-Wumba.
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1But the troll who lived under the bridge grabbed the cyclist and added him to his billy-goat stew, which turned out great, once you strained out the spandex and hooves.
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3production. Maybe they could just demote JC to the chorus, or something. Except JC could not dance worth a fig and would probably quit the show. They decided to drink a lot and
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6had he simply been very successful at the goldfish bowl game at the county fair? By now the goldfish were beginning to gasp and I had to get them into water fast. Looking around, I
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4The jagged edges made for a rough suppository experience. I decided instead to just hollow out the giant suppository and use it for a vacation home in the mountains, far away from
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2A sandal from Biblical times. A tiny scarlet zapatito from 1887. A royal Chinese slipper from the tenth century. He dipped his feet into the jetty and came up shod. One platform
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4On the way to the Ferry he had robbed the Flaubert the Florist so he had plenty of cash from the sale of all those roses. Flaubert was flabbergasted, but the graveyard was scented