Finished Folds (1121—1140)
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3of Tyson's delectable ear. "We marinated him for three weeks," proclaimed the proud chef. "Th ear you say? A monsieur, a very good choice. Bon appetit!" Ali shoved the annoying
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3sniper rifle, his teddy bear, and a deteriorating Penthouse Letters and set off for the Chilean Andes. Arriving in Lima, he glanced around the terminal, sensing something amiss in
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7"In that case, you're in luck." Orson Welles handed over the flask and began to describe in excruciating detail the plot of his next intricate art film. "... and then the kangaroo,
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2"A simple chemical reaction. And you'll do it again." Brad knew the professor was right, it was a compulsion. He ate the snack, drank the soda, and began puking a caustic foam
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2piranha bath from the pantry! We gone get us some revenge!" The Danube Bros. had played their last vicious joke. I was playing for keep. Uncle Wilmer arrived and set the bottle on
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5wood reclaimed from a sunken Spanish galleon. The google@home guy -- whose name, coincidentally, was google@home -- was impressed by the architectural flourish. "Ya know, before I
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6only invoke my anty sense. I began to crawl over the carpet, sniffing for pheromones or sugars. My wife was buzzing loudly about in the living room, which was only unusual because
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2bank account number and ATM card pin. "Secrecy is a form of lying!" she cried before passing out on the dance floor. Bobbo looked upon her fallen form, feeling nothing. The cold
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0mountains. The globe which he had fashioned from neighborhood garbage was verisimilar enough to render the fantasy real, especially once he had inhaled the vapors from
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4the Pineapple Express. As the only train which allowed passengers of miscegenated fruit, many delicious bowls were the result innumerable steamy nights in the comfortable and
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2in your birthday suit. -- "Ask Ayatollah" had lost its luster, the advice becoming increasingly inane. "Tell me something I don't know," grumbled Tommy Basketball as he ate
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4McFadden threatened the orthodoxy of the fashion elite. That's when they called in the big money boys from the MIC. The Pentagon black budget allocated billions of "fashion bucks"
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1& Pitbull arrived in a gold-plated Mercedes. But as he stepped from the door, his head fell from his neck and split open, revealing assorted candies. The revelers screamed and
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7But you can do it on your own time." She replaced her spectacles and looked away from me. A kinder managerial class, my pretty little butt! Returning to my cubicle, I buried my
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3was skeptical. "I've come across your type before, more times than I can reckon. Just because I have metamorphized doesn't mean I am stupid." The cockroach, angered by the insult,
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5was the easy way, but we never went for the low hanging fruit. I wanted to eat the forbidden, fossilized meat of extinct species. I handed the shovel to my wife, pointed, and sat
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4knock this photocopier off my shoulder. Go on. I dare ya!" He removed a tin of seal jerky from his breast pocket and placed a pinch under his lower lip. "I dare ya." There was no
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2bother with dental hygiene in this day and age. All they want to do is the social apps. Just wait until these twerps have a root canal or two." I decided not to offer the spearmint
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3The pressure tore asunder their fragile bodies, but being undead they were undeterred. Heads rolled in search of lost necks. The cops laughed as they drank cappuccinos and smoked
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4"But is that what it's all about?" I pouted. "It's a big universe out there -- colossal -- is this the best we can come up with? Aspire to? Achieve?" She flipped me off before