Finished Folds (921—940)
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3e anyone that fell out of the loop. "Whoopsie! My bad," he said each time it happened. Kersplat. "Oh that's going to leave a stain. Can I have mop? Haha hee hoho!"
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9eared in the mirror. "Practice," came the whispered reply. *Sigh* I'd heard that one before. I closed the compact mirror. "Wait, don't shut me up in here again!"
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2bag of bones but missed. She never was very good at target practice. At the firing range, other patrons would run in the other direction when she arrived. Jennifer Love
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10would support him. My client requested bergamot but all I had was patchouli. As I drizzled Squidman in essential oil, his wife slithered in and sniffed the air.
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4Done anywhere else, those moves might've gotten him arrested. Randy J had been waiting so long and had been practicing for two whole weeks with his dance partner, Misty P.
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6"Only a torso?!" The epiphany had stunned him. At first, he didn't realize that he'd spoken out loud. The crowd laughed nervously while he darted toward the exit.
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1thrilling, except for the part where the angry tree spirit threatened me with a birch rod. "You're lucky I'm all spruced up and getting ready to go out," the Ent barked.
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2lucky. The readers only noticed the typos and thought he was being catty for leaving them in the finished article. "Attempting brown sauce over titbits of tuna: a felines deright."
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2donuts. It wasn't easy; my arms were sore. Lifting that police scanner was strenuous work. I'd spotted sixteen speeders (and caught up with two) just that afternoon.
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5threw the whole sleigh off-balance. Santa's treats spilled over the side. The team took a vote later and came to conclusion that it would behoove Blitzen to go into rehab.
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4"That's my name. Don't wear it out!"
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2I decided to play with the glowing Frisbee first. Except I when I flung it towards my partner, CLU, it was sucked into his golden suit. Interesting.
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5...Jin Jin decided listening through the door with a glass pressed up to it, and holding her ear to it, wasn't the best way to understand the situation. Best to go out and talk fac
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6reement about name origins. Then Lipschitz passed. Anna Furtski had experience with unusual names. Her ancestor reputedly passed copious amounts of gas while skiing the slopes of
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3PMS. Make way!" [That's short for Pissy Man Syndrome.] That did the trick. Traffic parted, and drivers and passengers looked at me with pity. Uncle Les grumbled in the backseat.
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6"That's Mr. Pancakes to you," said the cook. He went into the back and brought Ms. Mabel Syrup back out with him to the front of the diner, where the hook-handed man waited.
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7Would we even notice? What if that has already happened? I looked around the shadowy cramped apartment. It suddenly seemed even smaller. I took another toke
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7Death slithered after me and promised me an "eternal recording contract". I stopped dead in my tracks. I was dead certain I'd never get a better offer. The only catch was
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4so she dropped her bag at the fat feet of one such tourist while others left the bus. As he bent forward to pick it up for her, she sunk her gnarly zombie teeth into his shoulder.
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2The Ninjas sneaked in through the open window and crept silently into the master's bedroom. Their leader unsheathed a shiny object and held it out at arm's length.