Finished Folds (3121—3140)
-
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
-
0"Oh give me a fucking break. I'm a fucking adult. This isn't a fucking playground. Little children don't even belong on these godamn premises, so I'll swear." she responded.
-
4Sorry, did I say "lead"? I meant bed...sheets. Lisa had taste. Lisa knew what she wanted. For her anthropomorphic dog Sparky, she had a shiny new collar and just for him a
-
1I couldn't keep up for the sole reason of volume. More than its due worth, but you can't tell the truth to other people. I had to look up Cab Calloway on Wikipedia so his ghost
-
4twenty times a month to reduce the rate of prostate cancer, or was it colon? I lamented my lack of health insurance, the lack of Slim's pogo stick, but most of all I missed having
-
4as nonviolent as its inaction had maintained. The baseball grew fangs, whizzed back around of its own accord, and before either of them could react, Babe's throat was chewed to a
-
1." "No, I think I won't," I replied, which was just as well because my mouth soon became pretty occupied. The things Americans have to do to get jobs. He continued to stuff my
-
0not the hero you think he is, and this is hardly the last of our meetings. He continued to sodomize me for weeks, and THAT, your honor, is why Racer Chevychat belongs in JAIL!"
-
4EXPLOSION. Combustion! Incendiary engulfment. Shrapnel bursting here and there, flames overtaking the building, and the entire symposium was really the word symposium ever. Too
-
2of cut bread ruining my sleep for years to come. And that was how I'd known the general, come to learn the folly of "respect", in that horrible War of the Specialty Breads. Fin.
-
3brush your tail between my legs." "What!?" The alarm on my face was apparent, even when it wasn't alerting to a fire. "I don't have to accept this! This is sexual harrassment!"
-
4then the crocodilians can start harvestin' diamonds from the mines like there's no tomorrow! And so we stormed the beaches, chomping on humans who tasted like spam, and we fought
-
2"Ah-ha," thought the greaser. "These lights must be manufactured by a fucking idiot if they're on a direct circuit. A parallel circuit would solve all these problems." So Jesus
-
1of the McDonald's playland. "There now, me lovely, get yer sweet candy arse some exercise," said the fishmonger in a rather stereotypical accent. The Kraken entered the ball pit
-
7hated that kind of music. "Not so great now, are ye?" the deckhand bellowed. The sharks below were insulted now; they'd never been treated like this by such riff raff since
-
2I didn't know how to contact you, you hid yourself well. But what did I, just some girl, have to say? That I only fell in love with your buddy icon? It was a silly thing to do,
-
2Would you let me give you a blowjob?" It was the only way to make money, since the rich still were not fulfilling their obligation wrought from their privilege. Fatasses. Shiela
-
1trip to the new moon coffee shop, he was able to grab a coffee and parsley donut for under a buck twenty-five. Really, he got coffees for the other mice, but it was a successful
-
5then remembered something obvious. I opened my cell phone, switched it on, and just like nurses and flight attendants believe, the wireless signal cut out grampa's pacemaker. Yay!
-
4being severely distressed in what was an inconvenient balancing act for him. 6000 feet in the air was no place for a gremlin, even though he could survive better than me, but he