Finished Folds (101—120)
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5the monkey knew his days were numbered. His days on stage, his days in this town, and his days being alive before the nothingness of the grave consumed him. His friends abandoned
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4and just leave it like that as he and Mom drive the riding mower clockwise in the backyard all - night - long, and if me or my date looked, they'd turn their heads away. She liked
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4some gaffer tape and film the underwater sex scene from below. He never wanted to see another naked body as long as he lived.
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3That stopped it cold. He lived with the memory until, like all of us, he eventually said, "I am so fucking sick of people and their fucking problems."
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2a tawdry, torrid affair, neither of us disrobing our mascot costumes, which muffled voices as well as hid faces. Lunch meat wouldn't be the same. I was full of bologna, literally.
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3Then it got dropped several halfway decent story hooks and got totalitarian by ribbing people who don't let the TV have the last word. Roger admitted you can't trust TV or the web.
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3Brian the Confused Mail Clerk had no idea why his boss chose to hang a calendar of streakers in the office. He opened up an envelope. Inside was a neatly folded blank paper.
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3the flange motor 'til he outward belt twanged out. "Hah! Take that, ass-bag! I triumph over technology again!" So he thought, but the propeller chipped his peg leg somethin' fierce
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2then Pyrrh had nowhere to park his hemorrhoids. He needed Dadaism. The Art War would soon face the War on Art, and Pyrrh would get his god-damned father-fucking recliner back.
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2Monty had taken a feat in "Improvised Weapons - Liquor Bottles", but all he need do was to pour the wine into the automaton's head to gain entry to the dire restaurant. He took a
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1villainized them under Shari'a law. Brad took their ☕ cups and hid them in the ????️. Chad took their pet ???? off the leash and set it free under cover of darkness. A flaming ???? shot
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4se that babiy could tear through a fusilage with nothing but its teeth in three seconds flat. Germans, back me up on this here. Putt-Putt the Airplane sputtered. "Oh no," I told my
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0e cracked pavement outside and three feet behind us, into the bedlam of the non-rush-hour traffic jams in this stinkhole we call the city. Little Caesar dialed the Pope™ and said,
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0The strange-footed beast thundered toward Buzzella, shinier than any creature she'd seen, with figures in its massive eye. Her heart choked as she was swept over it on a current of
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1people posting their prejudices on the Internet under the guise of right-wing religious nuts. The dingo would bite them right in the dongles. Ceres had a space station named after
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3returned to their bun-shaped beds. At last, Brian the Confused Mail Clerk™ had some peace and quiet. He liked dogs, but not incessant barking. His apartment walls were paper-thin,
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1Even if she was made out of plastic and prone to springing a leak. She came in handy when the right engine of the plane blew. The captain asked me to inflate my whole collection to
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3our do(orange flickering)uts. It was the rudest baking he'd ever seen, though he'd never been to America's Shame: an erotic bakery. "What's in the pasties?" he asked. "Spinach."
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2baby Ruth, who was part zebra with a thing for their cakes with coffee. She was brought before the bar with Clark, her lawyer, to settle on the cost of the broken pieces of Reese's
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4Another party we threw, ruined." She smiled triumphantly, knowing that mentioning crap was bound to make the food nervous. What sort of party should she throw next? Perhaps a bris!