Finished Folds (41—60)
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4that stored all the curry flavor and smells of my alive days. I loved curry so much. I had to be buried where I can smell it every day. Hopefully my children will cook curry every
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5on the nose and then gobbled it up. My nose-snatching behavior left many with bloody spaces in the middle of their faces. It was my hobby, my dream. My only method of survival.
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5genitalia." There was a silence amongst everyone because they all hated Nigel. He always thought of so-called "new and creative" ways, but they all ended up to be retarded ideas.
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3a jar of Little Wayne's genitals. It was disturbing to say the least, and Sally ran towards the nearest washroom. She threw up and died, right there on the spot. Her hair landed in
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1A customer had once attempted a lawsuit against Pretty Patty, but lost the case. "It is merely a new norm we can become accustomed to," said the liberal Supreme Court judge.
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5The waiters, often scantily-clad, were philosophers, nutritionists, and various other professions that helped diffuse the situation. "Starting a meal is culturally relative," said
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3life over a purse," said I, "the designers come out with new ones every year anyway." "True that," he replied. We then proceeded to the garden together and observed the tomatoes.
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5It was a truly frightening place, where people get together and cook broth together. It was frightening because as a small child, the unbearable heat was, well, unbearable.
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4way, Jose, he thought to himself. How can I be better, in terms of greed and wealth? I, the Twiddler, couldn't even, be a villain, what am I to be, if I am still failin'?
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4"This game is so racist," said Rowenia the Romanist, "I can't help but have an accent, you can't be so tasteless." "It is what it is," replied the judg-es, "you are a loser, and
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3the polyp would have colons. On Twitter, they ballin', but in the real world, they fallin'. Times were tough since two thousand and nine, only a few remained benign.
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4his jaws, like a monkey, he studied, he observed through it all, and came up with something that made all the others bawl. His ideas were smart, he liked his art, but even Picasso,
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1It smelled like a public washroom, my eyes watered like prior to Spring bloom. I put a plug on my nose, but then it hurt, like the thorns on a rose. Beauty is danger, whispered my
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4a couple of hours, so I went on to go to the tower. I met a girl there and her name was Ah Flower, she was Chinese and I was into her. I tried very hard to make sure I impressed
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8eropostale shirt was dirtier than dirt, so ripping it off didn't feel so hurt. He proceeded to do what he wanted done, put that sleeve up between his buns, wiped around and said
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2Jileous, whatever his name was, decided that he would start on his grub. I heard the slurping and the chewing, and I was afraid like a Jewling, under Hitler's rule, I cried like a
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5a collaborative story. I was so happy, I had to tell my friend Cory. "Be careful, young one, for not all can handle stories," that's what BlastedHealth had told me.
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3was laying in my bed." Stevie stared at me in confusion, I offered a little fusion, of alcohol and tea, in which some call a hot tod-dy. He kindly declined, and told me he was
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2stars, but nothing really happened except I crashed my car. I called up my insurance, in hopes they'd offer deliverance, but then they turned me down, and I felt was I was drowned.
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3final one. The one that will determine, who will have won, I tried my best and practiced, but all I got was nervous. On the day of the battle, I was shaking like a rattle,