Finished Folds (61—80)
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5good-for-nothing jerk." But my words seemed to have no effect on the menace, who laughed at my passion, sending me into a rage. "Ask yourself, where is the *real* Juvie?" he said.
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4Not wishing to lose out because of my kindness, I waited until I was sure they wouldn't wake up. I crept into their room and stole back the Italian shoes and shut the door gently.
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3on the clay floor. Dingo's heavy eyelids began dropping into sleep. Veruca, however, shared my anxiety. Not to shirk a stranger's hospitality, but she was just that: a stranger.
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2Thousands of letters of complaint from Fist City's residents were thwarted by the City's labyrinthine planning laws. "We can't just evict innocent bugaboos from their sewer home"
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412. I created meatball-stuffed croissants for my diplomatic visits to all 196 countries, where I was expected to sing each national anthem. 13. I crocheted a cute owl. 14.
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5succumb to Wong's power. Now he himself could not tell the difference, and he hastily fumbled between genital and sword wondering which to unsheathe. He grabbed one at random and
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1lake in the centre of the moon. Anything that went under its surface disappeared. Space locals knew what a dangerous place this was, filled with bandits in astro-scuba suits. But
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5genius as "yet another homeless crackhead trying to win at capitalism". I couldn't even face the prying cameras in my shame. Walking from that TV studio, I vowed that I would
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6velling commedia dell'arte troupe. Overall, things did not go according to plan, and one of those creepy puppets stole his wallet. "There wasn't even any money in it" he cried.
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5I woke my grandmother and shouted "I cannot say...certain words." My grandmother asked "What are the words you can't say?" With her letter opener, I carved "the words" into my fore
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5He grabbed his son by the shoulder. "Have you ever held a gun?" His son didn't understand. "Good luck," said the col., passing his small gun and pushing his son onto the field.
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5n, the unsent email glitching out of existence on the bathroom floor, while he struggled to reach the computer from the toilet seat. The time was 11.59pm. He must send this email.
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2We zap that motherfucker with a good old exorcism. ExorBortion is the world's only Vatican-approved abortionist *and* exorcist. At our state of the art facility, you will
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3"I'm mad as hell, and I'm not gonna take it anymore!" I looked down from the sky to see my daughter's mortification, as all the kids on the bus saw me standing in my leopard robe.
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4for his outstandingly robust vehicles. "May your rot in hell, Henry Ford," he said to the night sky. The hook-handed man would surely be out at this late hour.
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3side of dodo-egg omelette. You always suspected the dodo never truly left us, yet the unlimited access of the rich nevertheless astonishes you. You smile at your original Matisse.
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7Hopefully my time-travelling shawl will still work even after you've ruined it." He set the dial for 2279AD, when he could buy a virtual time-travelling shawl at a bargain.
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5In mocking reply, the gods sent forth fire, destroying the pants that left Siegfried aggrieved. Unpanted and ashamed, Siegfried wandered the German moors in search of new textiles.
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4transformed before my eyes into alligators. I'd never tried hippo tranquiliser before, but remarkably, it seemed to instill in me the same primal fears as a Common Hippopotamus.
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6ed orphans who used the sachets to cover their shivering bodies in an insulating shield of the popular tomato-based condiment. The orphans could have used the dead dingoes' warmth.