Finished Folds (1181—1200)
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2Athens for a gyro and a metric tonne of absinthe. Three years later, he was as drunk as he had ever been -- and the next day, severely hung over. He crawled through a pool of his
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0was high on the chronic. "There is a dark side to the medical marijuana program," thought Fatler's niece. She continued coloring in her Mommy's Rehab coloring book, using indigo to
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3if you down it in zero gulps, the you will be granted an honorary doctorate in physics. The choice is yours." Robert had always coveted a PhD, but his little problem had prevented
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2"CBI?" I guffawed! "That's not a real agency! And it's a plastic badge." His gun, quite obviously, was metal. Cold hard metal. Death metal. "Turn off that awful music," he ordered
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6pulled a saxophone out of the briar. Charlie Parker, Ornette Colemen, Morphine -- man, this Rabbit cat had range! Remus hated jazz in all of its forms, so he retreated to his
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5Seven days since my last taste of poultry. Haven't had as much as a bean in three. And the last of the water... I look down at my cat, she's as thin as a paperclip. Why, why did
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3impersonators, who were actually members of GWAR employing an alternate spelling, in lower case, to avoid suspicion. Their clandestine ops, under the auspices of the NSA, were
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4r uneaten barbecue. It's really rude. The could offer us some." Margie gripped her clipboard and began checking boxes and jotting notes. The Regional Admin would no doubt be
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2Or perhaps a tart was supposed to jump out of her like a ping pong ball out of a Vietnamese... She always got these kinds of things confused, particularly after imbibing more than
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6continued running, faster and faster, in wider and wider circles, until she was running so fast that she was digging channels in the earth beneath her, then orbiting the planet,
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6crude jokes he had learned from the Archbishop. His diocese was renowned not only for mixing the spiciest drinks in the country but for
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3useful during Armageddon after all! But whose side was I on? Were there really any sides anymore? It didn't matter -- I was enjoying this new freedom, unshackled from
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4The play, advertised as "a moral experiment", had all the cosmetic trappings of a religious event. However, he became suspicious during the opening act when the audience was doused
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5I realized it was not in fact a flower pot but was rather a piranha pot. My screams could be heard for miles. "What do I do?" I shouted, balling. "Take a piranha bath!" responded
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5was unfortunate for Boris that his glandular condition had not progressed at the time of his demise; a hyper-critical pituitary allows one to transcend time and being so that
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3piper came a pipin', the gig was up. The piper was the zombie of Kurt Cobain, who, contrary to popular myth, HATED DEVO even more than he despised the highly-regarded sounds of
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6armies, provided you sautee the soldiers in industrial waste." His bitterness was understandable; his wife of eleven weeks had abandoned him and was now shacking up with three
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3doppleganger. Broken vacuum tubes, used condoms, bits of crayola marker, assorted kitchen garbage, the shadow banking system -- these would form his vital organs. Yet, he felt that
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0religious craze. The minister arrived to late. Fortunately, he had bought several cheese-and-cracker snack packs at the convenience store while charging his electric
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7she was met with stern silence. This was not a pizza crowd. They preferred ravioli stuffed with gunpowder and capers. Revolutionaries seldom make for accommodating diners, and so