Finished Folds (201—220)
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6o unconsciousness and Anna Furtski daydreamed, wondering how exactly to spell 'Lipschitz' in the eulogy she'd write for him. And to think, this all started over a cylindrical disag
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3uninjured hand. They kissed. Just like one of those love-hate rom coms fresh off the assembly line of Predictability. Captain Hook & Mabel Syrup stunned the Human development class
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7declined unopened packaged snack foods offered to him on the job. But Manatee was no fool, eyeing the spam hungrily. So he started to dance sensuously, hips swaying, and the spam
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2mad rhymes. They were the Sonny & Cher of rap. "That cricket mojito, Prez Teddy would veto." They both bounced up and down in the red convertible, admonishing the green bartender.
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3but somehow knew. With that soul-searing gaze, I had found my spirit animal. I paid homage to him, bringing him finely minced carrots, and making him a crown of twigs. The Rabbit.
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6Whoops! *Stan is my master. Damn, autocorrect. Anywho, we practice martial arts in the courtyard and we're currently prepping for our next match against the Dropkick Murphys.
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10down." Their reinforcements, Itchy & Scratchy, quickly assembled the rocket launcher & handed it to Ouchy. Bonzo was hit in the arse, and swore, regretting he ever went to Bitburg.
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14"They give me one star, I give them the Death Star." Darth, helmetless and harrowed, marched to the front of the ship. passing his new trampoline & pinball machine in the hallway.
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6thumbed their noses at the hairy competition. The crowd took their sunglasses off to triumph at the Smut Challenge Cup's 2014 Winner: Golden Nuggets. April Showers and Toe Jam sigh
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5sigh. They sent him another one of these kids. He threw the Mancala board against the wall. "DO YOU KNOW HOW TO GET-" But it was useless. No one knew where Sesame Street was anymor
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5-ridden void. The black hole in the dance floor's core threatened oblivion, but they had until nightfall. The infinite loop had to be cancelled. Jimmy Fallon stared at Robert Plant
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5girl. He always knew he was a Gingerbread Boy and was tired of sugar coating the truth. He donated his gender-based icing accoutrements and began his new journey. Life was sweet.
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4threw them off my scent. I outlined a decoy path with the Axe deodarant stick. Time for my next trick. From my murse, I unfolded a cardboard cutout of Bieber, placing it by the cor
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6Rachel continued to scream, and Carrie closeby, started to chime in. The halls of the high school science campus echoed eerily. "Carrie, quit it. You did this last prom."
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3These were the original lyrics to 'Hey Jude' but their producers rejected Lennon's balmy ode to office supplies.
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10Shuffling my notecards, I could tell this date was bombing quickly. I decided to use the last boomerang left in my arsenal. "Would you be opposed to naming our first kid Vladimir?"
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4using that, are you?" The pirate dance coach ignored him & threw fruit in the phallic food grinder for the crew. "As th women come & go, they speak of seamen's heavy flow." He sang
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5"Yes, erm, you're in the clear, Peter." The now cured Spiderman mozied out of Dr Croc's office, all eight legs taking up a carefree gait. Finally, he'd have a normal life. The end.
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3as well face it. He had great legs. As he addressed the townspeople in his luminous dress someone shouted "Show me the legs!" He dangled a glistening leg over the balcony, smiling
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6The pigs carted soil sneakily while Aristotle feigned oblivion. Next came Goldilocks & Jack falling from the sky onto poor Chicken Little's head. Anarchy was here. Newton laughed.