Finished Folds (181—200)
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5te. They also put bugs throughout the Wonka's factory for pure espionage. I could taste the irony as I chomped down on a chocolate beetle, eyeing Wonka with suspision and adulation
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1was a measly eating-off-the-floor offense. Pathetic. If I was going to win the body building contest, I had to find something more pungent and damning. I frowned at Magnum P.I., si
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4She sat despondently in her empty dance studio snacking on the grapes still in place on her headdress. She needed a Christmas miracle.
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11"Bah humbug." Scrooge said. Thanksgiving was a sham. He threw turkey at townspeople and went home smiling. That evening, he was visited by three birdbrained ghosts. Chains rattled
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3I woke up hungry. Hungry for justice. Hungry for change. I blindly put on a shirt, opened the creaky fold-away door, and grabbed a bag of Bugles. Revolution was at my doorstep
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2Eating made him thinner. It was a burden he bore since birth. But this backfired when testing his fire tolerance in the burning house. His donut buffet caused an accidental escape
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5a piano and threw it out of her 6th floor apartment window. Whenever she was stressed, i.e. this insufferable paper deadline, she gained super strength. Dashing to the window, she
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5eggplant. His bulbous presence caused the crowd of natives to collectively gasp. Was he the fiber hardy vegetable deity that the man spoke of? The eggplant started to sing raucousl
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11read the translated cuneiform from her long lost grandmother's recipebook. As she stared into the compact mirror, she asked, "How do I make a souffle?" Suddenly, a ghostly face app
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2ike a superhero with unrivaled powers, I knew my nasal lightning capabilites had to be reigned in. I would become its master, one nose blow at a time. It was time to train.
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2you had been able to say goodbye." Jennifer Love Hewitt cooed as she held the bazooka away from the skeleton's grasp.
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10with the mojo. Plus, my back was killing me. Most of the squidmen in my family either had back problems or high ink counts. I had both. But I could still party days on end. I wante
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7you gotta know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em. Tiny Bobby & Cindy listened to Scrotum Factotum quietly, still in the dark. They continued the tour & met rapper Epi-Diddy.
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2they had endless soup and salad. They entered the establishment, cognizant of the age discount. "So, two adults?" The hostess asked. "I'm five." She said. "Me too." He added.
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5Ryan Gosling posed in a series of pensive expressions. Mother Goose Town was awful after he'd left for Hollywood. The Goslings were in trouble. So he talked to management. The end.
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3ow why my toilet was on the fritz. So, just like Jules Verne, I had to embark toward the center of the earth. My guide and I both held out plungers at the ready, as the elevator sh
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7began to play the music of the night. I was beginning to suspect that the Phantom of the Opera costume had affected my cat's cosmic aura. But something strange happened every Hallo
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7s back in rare form. The lion, exhausted from his spicy experiment, napped in Aisle 2. Mel B dusted herself off, and knew this was near perfect timing. Climbing onto an apple bin,
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0But inside, were Legally Blonde CDs I snuck in. I started watching, when Eleanor sashayed in. She gave me a look & walked off. Having to defend my heterosexuality to my own cat was
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2So, the mafia trudged into my foyer, with their cocoa, scones, and machetes. Oh, joy. I sat them down, offered them tea, and listened to their threats in between apple crisps and