Finished Folds (41—60)
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1like so: "Aaaaiieee!" The fat tourist hag on the other side of the med cabinet mirror told him, "If you take the meds behind me, I'll disappear. I can't let that happen." She cast
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20would laundry - do a tenth of the work, then pass it to someone else. 11. FoldingStory is for starving artists, and 9-to-5ers who fantasize about being starving artists, only. 12.
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2It stank up the house. "Enough! I'll go to the grocer's," I said in a fit of rationality. I handed the clerk a sheet of 20 stamps. She asked, "Does '12 items or fewer' mean nothing
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0, so he lit a candle. Earl knew that Ruby, like all Tyson bigwigs, favored style over substance. Go ask one yourself, they're all the same. A candlelit breakfast of chicken nuggets
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8with riddlers, "idyllic utopia" my ass. I muttered, "Turn the other cheek," and the riddler hit my cheek with the flaming sword. He asked again, "WWJD?" Damn, infinite loop. Xanadu
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4I was the master of my craft, a real innovator imitated by many and surpassed by none. What George Foreman was to indoor grilling, I was to
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4Bugatti (pirate-eating is profitable). The Kraken traded paint with the E-tjenesten agents until he hit a red light. The Kraken stopped; the agents didn't. They knew a fish market
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3which made the gum all squishy. Andy made a scene of doing manual labor so nobody questioned his artist cred. The sofa wasn't heavy - that was performance art
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5Her "cultured" phase strained our relationship. My wife made me wear that Polo shirt; I popped the collar so no one could see the shame on my face. "Here's the box of Pinot Noir,"
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4She threw a frisbee over Hell's Gate. As predicted, Cerberus chased after it, knocking over the Gate in the process. She made her escape with some badass skulls in her plastic bag.
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5"Well, my city would be the one destroyed, Adrian," said the proxy for Anchorage. "I'm honored that you consider us major, but we just repaved the roads." World peace was shelved
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4"A baby, of course. Or a demon baby if the chromosomes align," I assured her, placing a damp cloth on her head. To ensure that Ann's baby entered a chaotic world, I knocked over
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2Life is a dream, but not a lucid one, for you have no control. See the magic button's "Made in Shanghai" sticker? We outsource magic to a city whose Disneyland hasn't opened yet.
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5camera crew on a nearby raft. They were filming a global warming documentary. Mom and I decided to ham it up; a little sympathy could land us in a cushy zoo, one with other bears
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6because it was a beanbag chair. Everyone else in the boardroom sat on exercise balls. Tom grabbed a donut. "How about a FoldingStory-sponsored soccer team? My son's team sucks but
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3-e Susie got there, she brings up every ache and takes forever. Bronco's legs were stuck together so he waddled to the doctor's office. Susie tried to walk past him. His urine odor
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7Naturally, cockroaches inspired our poetry. "She spread her wings, like a cockroach, and dined on angel hair, like a cockroach," and so on. Literature's Apocalypse Era is viewed
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3The mimes erected an invisible box around the arena so no one could escape. This "Box Out" maneuver really ticked off LeBron. He had to eat basketballs for sustenance. An airlift
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6Then he felt nothing. "C'mon, Wally, don't stroke out now," he said to himself. Even Wally's inner voice spoke with a mouthful of pork skins. His shirt was a grease-stain palette.
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4" The coordinates of the three snaps created a Bermuda Triangle of sass. It expunged the Manhattan drag queen from this realm and all its jiveass big money hustlers. Oh Lordy be