Finished Folds (321—340)
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7"G'bye, boy." Johnny knelt down & brushed away a tear as the hamburger whined. "Go! I can't keep you anymore." The burger dejectedly scampered away, tomato slices and lettuce bits
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7united with our families only for them to find our tabloid photos with Fabio. Mrs. Harridan & I, feeding Fabio grapes & fanning him with leaves. Another, in a triply romantic embra
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7and proceeded to kick his ass. Turned out she was an MMA fighter who'd suffered memory loss after her run in with the Loch Ness monster. She only regained combat skills when drinki
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3ped by way of ear hair. Apparently she had grown it out, and used it as some sort of rope, to propel herself out of the tower. Det. Manatee assessed the scene. Ear hair strewn abou
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5Our ceremony was quite beautiful, or so we heard. Turned out we were concussed for most of it, a result of our excessive head bangs of love, which made it all even dearer to me.
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7tatas he'd ever seen, and boy, had he seen his share. Riding the shark like a horse, Liam rescued the androgynous fair-haired being from the jaws of death.
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3all. How on earth had Beezlebub's own son become an achluophobiac? But Ol' B knew what to do. They'd see the family gondolier, riverside. Besides, it was dark as hell down there.
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2I wanna live with a Cinnamon Girl.
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4princesses. He specifically told the producer that he was through with their kind. Hot vampires and zombie chicks only. This show was supposed to help him find the love of his live
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4an academic in every sense of the word. I had an advance degree from an accredited university on Streets. Name a street, and I could tell you its history and biological composition
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6Stars circled his head cartoonishly. Stupidity was doable. Insubordination wasn't. The Kraken pushed Pauly overboard & submitted a Craigslist ad for a new audio/sound technician .
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4until a car passed. Jumping into his grave, she brought him the sundae. Even though they they were dead, didn't mean their romance was. She kissed his detached eyeball as they ate.
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1tongue, showing her his approval for her voluptuous curves. A rolled tongue was the marked sign of sexual arousal, especially among those in highly populated North Polean tribes
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5Elvis cassette tapes. She was obsessed with arcane technology & good hair. If selling soiled underwear got her here, it was worth it. Tapes were stacked to the roof of her mansion
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10The Masked Man of Camp Crystal Lake died years ago while trying to finish the annual 10K. He never made it though. Now, every year, he haunts the woods, racing unsuspecting campers
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2The garaged door closed. I dropped the rag. Our Crypt-Keeper grinned as he handed me his letter of resignation and a flier for his new cleaning business. Damn you, Crypt-Keeper.
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6belt buckle, shining furiously in the sunlight. "Rodney." I squinted. "Bort." He squinted back. "What're YOU doing here?" "Job interview." My stomach turned. He was my competition?
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6Grandma poked her cane at the one eyed monster repeatedly. She was merciless. This was not my finest hour. I was still hidden with Pete watching from behind the dumpster. What shou
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5menacing. My house appliances were conspiring my demise. The iron sizzled. My dress shirt was burnt beyond repair. Downstairs, the coffeemaker sputtered in high-pitched tones
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5Under the bright lights, things got uncomfortable. "And your final answer?" The host lifted an eyebrow dramatically. "I'd put my cat's dead chipmunk in the neighbor's mail slot."