Finished Folds (3081—3100)
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3more of his midget friends came at me. I wondered why they looked so familiar. It was like there were only the same twenty or so elves working this damn operation. Fuck the shoes
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2"Oh shit, not one of these again," he rasped. "Fuck Santa's wife one too many times and this shit happens." The tiny voice on his ear begged for mercy. Perched there was a small
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4"Don't tell me to shut the fuck up, you filthy dirty hippie! I'm goddamn Bill O'Reilly, so piss off and go get trippy!" Well, how was I supposed to react to such abuse? I had to
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0and Maxwell and his Roundheads promptly jumped the caddy and tore him to pieces. Hoisting my golfbag on my shoulder, I vacated the swamp as fast as could be, finding me way to the
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5drop off of the trees, strange fruit as it were. Really strange fruit. I thought Pickles might like to eat it, I tried a bite and it was alright, so I brought the strange fruit
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3There I was, stifling my sobs into heavy breathes with my forehead against the exterior glass of the sphere. The door wooshed open behind me, and I turned hear it: "EXTERMINATE!"
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3he was never really a happy dude to begin with, y'all know wut ah'm sayin'? Peace, yo, chill, dawg. So dat insane asylum haunted the disc jockey way up until the time of his
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3no loss of human life, but severe structural damage. Stadium seats, bucked from their support, crashed downwards in massive wood splinters and metal onto the bus. The noise was
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3them clean in half as I chomped on the flavorless and far too chewy chocolate within. Still, it got the jobs jobs done, I must say. After partaking of this lackluster sustenance,
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2the voice squeaked horribly from the loudspeaker. "Uh, no, it's me. The talking caribou. May I come in?" Tokens of good intent in hand, the apartment door buzzed open, and I
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3gave him an even pastier look, if possible, and as for his nipples they were buffed with orange fluoride. This was the worst plastic surgery he'd had since his little stint on a
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4Whoever had removed the bones from the corpse and left the rest right there in the courtroom must have been a dastardly bastard indeed. And a callous prick, to boot. To boot him,
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2Hemerrhoy Rogers and his Rrhoids Boys fought off the Preparation H-anator, but they would need the help of Superkick! And there was only one way to get the dashing superhero's
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10"Alright, it's all up to me," I told me. "Gotta use your instincts. Never give up." The door was closed, and the carnivorous goldfish were now flopping into it. Then silence.
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4The lion was really bothered. His new rolls royce wasn't going to drive well on a brick road, he thought. Besides, nobody went to the forest anymore. Too many hippie hikers. He
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2"Don't you have any good DVDs?" I asked the agent. "Uh," he looked at me with a dumb look. "Gott in himmel! Alright, look at mine. Inner Space, Frequency, Stir of Echoes and
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1Basil Brush was of course tired that this was the second time this had occurred. How was a bachelor fox about town going to get his gumchewing practice down pat if diggers were
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5a whole gang of talking mice in feety pajamas. "Well, this should solve the problem of my overstocked cheese cupboard just nicely!" I decried, but they wished to express gratitude
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5none of the students would laugh at him. Chavs were a lot more disrespectful than mere ghetto trash, but he had left Canada to teach wizardry here for a reason. That reason was
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4"I'm sorry, I fell asleep somewhere in there," Babbity Bumble replied. The giant honking bee had his face resting on one hand, but picked it up when he caught the delicious honey