Finished Folds (21—40)
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6when the sweet sweet perfume of immigrant construction workers was so tantalizingly close. John continued his journey to the capital, skipping giddily at the thought of caressing
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7led her to believe that Malaysian child slavery was the only way to produce enough anal beads to meet her needs. Unfortunately, her job at BurgerKing had spoiled her into thinking
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4was devoured like a fat lady eating a corndog. As his flesh was ripped from his bones, the hermit gazed up at the beast and said "just for this, you can forget the honeymoon. I qui
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4But he was not a man who could hold his liqueur. He stared glassy-eyed at the new recruits, and gargled an ultimatum: "whoever took my chia pet, return it or face the wrath of
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7was hiring, but the time-traveler knew that it would still be a few decades before McDonald's would become a massive shareholder for the U.N.'s nuclear stronghold. So he applied
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7"No!" purred the man behind the large Chinese fan, "but I'll tell you my plan. Come back to my place, I'll bake you some flan." He seductively danced, and forward he pranced.
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4his samurai sword off the mantel and brandished it at the hooligans. "Tomfoolery is a means for expulsion from this establishment, and I am not afraid to use brute force." Max then
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3the Principal reciprocated by summoning the mighty spirit of the Honey Badger. He transformed into the Godlike creature, and glared in disgust at Walt's wilted sword. "I don't give
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5Scientists, BAD!" The scientists, terrified and strangely aroused, attempted to subdue the revolting humanoid-dogs with rolled up newspapers, but to no avail. Nothing seemed to
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3The interstellar crowd emerged from the cantina in the hopes of seeing droid carnage spewed about the spaceport. The thermal detonator was discharged; "He's my kind of scum" said
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1high-end marijuana. Not the cheap stuff peddled by teenage boys, mind you. The really potent stuff that is usually reserved for Heads of State and rich beatniks looking for a good
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2and bared his teeth in anger as he approached the edge of the stage. "I poured out my heart and soul into that sonnet, man. You corporate slugs don't know the value of true art."
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6The skull rolled past my feet, leaving a trail of the Kraken's digestive juices in its wake. The smell made me gag and I stumbled back a few steps in fear. But I refused to break
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4"my giiiiiiirl MY GIRL! Talkin' bout....my girl...." I stopped singing and jabbed him with my finger."I don't care if she's homely. She has a sweet spirit!" I then began to list
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5Donald Duck was of course prime suspect,with his long-standing criminal record of domestic violence;his violation of probation and court-mandated anger management didnt help either
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6The villagers gathered around the crime scene in horror. The sweltering heat of midday sun began to poach the remains of the esteemed Mr. Dumpty where he lay, his corpse sizzling
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3A lovely, tantalizing smell that arose from the corpses that reminded their seriously malnourished stomachs of hickory ham and smoked bacon. They gazed at the horrifically taboo
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0began to flirt with and lightly fondle one of Di's handmaidens, giggling and batting his luscious eyelashes as they swayed together."Oh Dr. Watson, you're such a tease,"she sighed
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3furiously in the direction of the miscreants, running round them in circles, faster and faster until I began to sweat from the effort. I sat heavily upon the ground, and began to
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1But even as the wooden shards shredded his esophagus, he hungered for more.His ravenous appetite could not be sated,not even by the blistering pain or the oncoming threat of death