Finished Folds (401—420)
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4which way but that of the dish that's buried here with me. The sauce that once boasted a spicy, smoky complexity now reeks of ashes and death. The cemetery caretaker
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7Kyle the cashier instantly found free samples of gourmet coffee stashed inside the issue of Too Much Coffee Man magazine and inhaled deeply. Mm! Just like that, he was hooked.
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3bed next to a large fish tank. John Cleese's skills hadn't diminished. He murmured romantic phrases in German, Russian, and French to Lana, whilst wistfully thinking of Wanda.
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4situation. Me and some of the guys from work had gone out for drinks after work on Thursday. My friend Jeffrey suggested this hip new place where everyone wore leather and
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6wake him up. Six Dagobah daiquiris later, Jedis Sharriff and Hand were stumbling up and out. Suddenly Jedi Shariff backed away from the bar. "Careful there! You almost stepped in
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3so he carved off a thin layer of Gouda with his razor-sharp cheese knife and smeared it onto the Priest's skin. "There...What do you think?" The priest was impressed.
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3When the coast was clear, Walt ventured out of the bushes. The ants were biting back. As he dusted himself off, he demanded to know who had invited Honey Badger onto the set.
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4ar up when I see them snuggling together in the way kittens and puppies do. I know what they want and I won't say it. Stop this cuteness at once!" The chinchillas covered
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3This is why penguins turned purple, at least on that day. It all depended on Uncle's penchant for Prince and the color purple.
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2He needed more notebooks now - new ones to fill with future lists. He loved making lists. Each week, he made lists of all the lists he would make each day. The lists contained
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13Stop that. Reverse it. Twelve typos tended, eleven emus emailed, ten typists twerking, nine nuns nagged, eight ears elbowed, seven speeches slurred, six sloths surrendering, five
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3puzzle in his crossword book, to pass the time. "Creamy!" He shouted it loudly upon realizing the answer. The other bus patrons scooted silently away to other seats. At Broadway
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2The only ones I have ever laid eyes upon were black and white. With orange and black feet. What was wrong with this picture? I asked myself. There had to be more to that story.
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15if he forgot his pop-gun. He claimed to not know what I was talking about, but that the bag of Cheetos was his. "Hand it over and nobody gets hurt." "Easy there, Pilgrim."
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1Eyes bulging in disbelief, I minimized the window and quickly signed off. It was time for a break.
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1She said she would treat it symptomatically, since many curses can have similar signs and symptoms. A small part of me still wanted an answer, so I went for a second opinion.
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14why it stinks." "Are you sure you didn't add anything else to the roast? It has an earthy flavor." "Well, I did drag it through the dirt after stealing it and running away from the
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6someone left them out in the rain, along with a cake covered in sweet green icing. Mr. Sniggleson put aside his sloppy sandwich and wished out loud for an Oscar Meyer wiener.
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3she taunted him about it for the rest of her short life. He tried once more to save her, but she was just too stubborn. She pushed him away, and in the process fell into a pit of
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2a dirty pile of dishes. "Honey, would you mind taking care of these? Thanks." Before she could protest, he was leaving for work. The milk had spilled. She sobbed