Finished Folds (521—540)
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2written jeremiads to my alleged "representatives". I even employed a friar's cloak. This lasted all of three days, at which point I was hornier than ever, and in a vicious mood.
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4her up, punitively, and had her evicted from her residence. Reluctantly, she took the advice of a homeless wise man and left for the land of Seven Deadly Sins. The Greyhound bus
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3Titan's wife, former 80s pop star Tiffany, leaned against a Corinthian pillar and smoked a cigarette through a quezallaire as Chronos continued his merciless thrashing. Titan bled
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2Crowd for good. Patton had said it was his favorite show of all time, and I was having none of it. Once I had exterminated the cast, I sat down at the bar next to a drunken Mike.
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6re, that I wanted to retire, take up a hobby, like lapidary arts. But the missus was ambitious, driven by status, a real Nancy Reagan. "Look here, Nick, you are SANTA EFF-ING
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1cauldron of masculine soup lust that he was. She was overwhelmed, grew dizzy, almost flung herself into his arms -- but she knew it was wrong. "I can't, Soup Nazi," Elaine sobbed.
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5a portable hole he had pulled from his boxers and flung on the ground. He snagged the hole on his way down. Judging by the noise, the explosion must have leveled the block. Manatee
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6another and smiled before their hip leader approached and caressed my neck. "That's ok. Why don't you come with us?" An hour later I was bound and being tortured by a girl with a
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4separate the hemispheres of your brain, and all thanks to that insane genius girlfriend from MIT. "Let's break into the LHC!" she dared. "Quantum entanglement blah blah blah," she
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8Deputy Spaghetti Bolognese Spill Mopper and Italian-to-English Translator at the Art Institute. He pined for the young hipster chicks who constantly sauntered by hardly noticing
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2was a catastrophe of epic proportions, a series of cascading disasters which left most of Western civilization in ruins. Thankfully, I had survivalist friends from my college days
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3t's Top 100 Babes Countdown on Bloomberg TV (mobile). The scoutmaster came over for a look at #32. "She's OK," he commented. "But those aren't real." A mean storm was brewing over
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5Hey Eisenberg, I bet it was you!" The producer turned purple, stood, and shook an outstretched fist. "My name's not Eisenberg. And you're an anti-Semite!" Cowboy Bob gripped his
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4with Axe body spray dispensed from a supersoaker. The little freak cackled as he sped away, his magenta dreadlocks frolicking in the wind. The poncho melted; I was naked. My skin
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6the bed, then another bump as the truck was loaded onto the cargo ship. Wait -- ship?!? I jumped up from the bubble wrap and leaped to the back. Shore was slowly receding. I had
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2erupted in civil war. Pakistan, Afghanistan, and India were on tenterhooks. Nuclear conflict seemed certain. We sobered up Bangladesh Bob and got him in front of the nightly news.
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4than I imagined I ever could have become. I knew philosophy. I knew law. I was ripped and had cool tats all over. There was a man I once knew, an attorney, and I owed him a visit.
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1master's helmet. "We should NOT be playing D&D while I am TRYING to give BIRTH to a WERE-FREAK." The DM lifted the faceguard and took a swig of A&W. "Why not?" The contractions
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4rifle range, so he decided to prance around shirtless outside of the beauty salon. All activity in the boutique came to a screeching halt. The women screeched, terrified by Ted's
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2performing surgery on both of them simultaneously, exchanging Pa's healthy organs and her "fast living"-wrecked ones. YoutTube had a new champion! Pa died three days later. Grannie