Finished Folds (3141—3159)
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0a bit too reminiscent of udders and my homosexuality simply would not allow me the pleasure. "Oh, right," Mssr. Frog apologized, suddenly remembering. I only rogered his wife and
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2since pigeon pie makes anybody throw up. On the contrary, I had quite the opposite issue at the moment, and knew my magic boots would never be clean enough again for my sense of
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3believe me." "I've still not forgiven you for that time when you were so drunk you tried to kill me with a forklift." The giant lizard's scaly face was fixed in an expression of
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2last and only offer on the plate. If I didn't handle the Estrogen Malice, thousands of prescriptions would never get filled. "Fuck it!" I sneezed. I always cuss when I sneeze.
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0Well kiss my grits!" Hands on hips, the laughter didn't die down for a good few minutes, until it was rejoined with raucous screams that were wholly uncalled for. Bitches don't
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5the very tree I was looking for. Funny, from that angle it looked like a woman. You know, in the middle east it's referred to as a "Julanar Tree". Wonder how it got that name.
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0Okay, I just made that last part up, but it was the perfect smoke and mirrors in my excuse. I got those words out of my older brother's book, because what really matters in Denver
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2weren't worth answering. "You notice I have a tendency to ramble on?" I apologized, dousing her cigarette in the ashtray. I hate old joints like this. I like old joints, but not
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4no hope of starring in that show. Jackie Gleason took on Andy Griffith's expected role instead and was a hit, while Andy had a beat on a reality cop show with that scrawny guy from
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2think that was very funny, but I grabbed the bag of marshmallows nonetheless as we hobbled out of the eatery and went to admire the gay lights of her house burning down. Exact to
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1But not interesting enough." Casting their lives away, Posea Aesop lit another skanky cigarette and stared down the next person who needed a break. Bitches, all of them, he thought
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1"Sorry, non hablo puerco," I responded over the phone. Ten years after I performed in the live action Dora the Explorer and I still get the crank calls. Swiper was a LONG time ago.
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3"Well if you've seen them I'm looking for them too!" and hang up. They're always calling my ex here, even though she never LIVED here. Fucking computers. Creditors do the same.
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6got crushed under a bus. Not lethal, just rubbery." "Well, it's pronounced 'deity'," corrected Mr. Dobbs, still a bit too cantankerous to give us something to worship. Either him
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2Springer anymore. It's Jerry Seinfeld. I shudder in a cold sweat, but the pie lands on his face. Public humiliation for him, but the guilt forever remains on my hands. Or knees.
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6converting into archers to unleash a barrage of arrows onto the checkers in the rear flank. "This is a trap for a mouse!" cried the Play-doh Clay Man. The line of them had but to
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2I threw open the door and threw myself out. I knew the Times Square area well enough for my lack of visiting, and timed my dismount onto a mattress stores' merchandise easily. I
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3the Dadaist movement caught on to me. They had deadly purple duck liquefying sandwich cannons to arm them in but one way against their enemy, art. Luckily their action was minor.
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4in the office elevator. You getting off with Mr. Boones? It's unthinkable! Businessmen don't need secretaries except for practice." Her accent was more grating on me than words