Finished Folds (1—16)
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2Once upon a time there lived a beautiful but horny princess.
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2somehow he was still not happy, and with all his power and wealth, he was still bitter for the one who got away. And so as he stroked the dead, stiff, not to mention stinking cat
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3lar to orangutans that this fact threw off any leads to the investigation for weeks. "if only I had more time!", Tustin frowned, as he struggled to remove the knots bounding his
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6"My dear emperor, that is the problem with feelings: they are seldom reliable in matters of the maps", Tojo replied. "We are still in Shiomibashi, pretty accurate GPS I have here."
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3o with her curlers? Obviously the Doc was more insightful than she thought. "No, I'm afraid you're terribly mistaked, Doctor", she replied. The red hair has nothing to do with my
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5spewed forth green venom, disintegrating my cocked b75magnum-shotgun-deluxe. "I have to save the princess!", he desperately though. Sweat and slime on his face, he struggled for
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0she posed the question in the faint hope that the good doctor would get sidetracked. But Dr. Lecter, as sharp a mind as a samurai sword, said: "Yes", slowly, "and the liver tastes
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3the "Golden Slumbers" song really hit me and sent me to a state of nirvana. Gosh, I miss Sandy, a thought that suddenly penetrated my brain without warning. I miss the warmth
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8bespectacled secretary, whistling to the tune of "save the birds another day", rather creepily at that. The strange sensation made him dizzy, and he felt like passing out, and then
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2survived the operation, although the nerves got mixed up. Her right elbow would jerk involuntarily whenever she swung her neck to look left. The heart palpitations still happened a
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2And so it came to pass that we had to kill our love because it was too beautiful to bear. Now, 6 months later, what is this? Regret? Intimacy is like a drug, that pulls you back
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6bursted out shouting, "Uncle Tommy broke Jesus! Wahhh! Uncle Tommy broke Jesus!" I don't think I like the way this Christmas is starting, not at all, not one bit. Until she came
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1my brain. They're all dead! Crocker, Sandra, Jimmy and his crew... this must be a dream. Only yesterday we were all drunk and merry with the victory of the elections, what with
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3the sky. The blue, blue sky. He looked up, expecting his fix to magically appear from up above where the Clapton was pointing. Then Bang! His right eye caught a bird's poop.
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7Charming inded, this Prince was. He had a smile that should perfectly white shiny teeth, so glossy you would think they were waxed with a special toothpaste. Poor Snow White, she
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3But wait. Was that really a burning bush, or was it really God, the Lord of Lords, and the King of Kings - right there appearing before Moses? Perhaps it was I who was drunk.