Finished Folds (21—40)
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5if one mistakenly sings Carmen in falsetto. 2008 Financial crisis? Falsetto Carmen. Nixon? Falsetto Carmen. Bill Buckner's '86 WS error? Falsetto Carmen. Still, the classics should
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10I'm not paranoid! I'm not paranoid! [curtain] Scene 7: [CLARA sprawled onstage, moaning] BUSTER: Well, what's this? Are those tire marks? [hill giggles]
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3gtful placement of doilies all about the office. I cringed when she refused to own her femininity, no matter how old fashioned. Sisters, how far had we really come?
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3his own herbed sauce, and a bank he renamed Barclays. Pharmaceuticals were much better for ingestment than investment. Bernays dialed his old friend Walter White.
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4sunk deep in the fine print with the cryptic "p~0". Mr. Dinkleberg gave no mind to probabilities, especially with very real flesh to command, at least in his own mind. Existential
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6"Ribs" Sabrina said sardonically as she snatched the document away. "You guys and your tailgating books!" Sabrina smirked, but her eyes were dead serious. "If it weren't for
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5but then thought "what the heck" and started disrobing. When I say started, I mean she would remove each piece and painstakingly fold it in a neat pile on the credenza. Cat said
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7menclature of Mabus's rug designs were no longer necessary. His son finally saw his chance to expand the business. Rugs and Nachos? Rugs and joke gifts? Rugs and Peep Show? Rugs an
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5awing the Neanderthal they'd been taking with them on tour. Every night, the crowd shouted "de-ice that caveman!", but Janis really liked the dead frozen hairy foil for her singing
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5on NYE, opened a kiosk in Times Square to sell them. Dick Clark's TV show was a just bunch of big anime eyes reflecting the dropping ball. Robotic and creepy!
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1attention of an WHO official, ironically, who caught a faint whiff of biopathogen on the sardine. The jig was up. Now I would never be nominated for the Nobel. I went into hiding.
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5executions left and right. The other rastafarians wondered what business it was for an alcoholic literary academic to be judging the wait staff. Why were they all on death row?
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5couldn't even SPELL 1978, so catching them should be a breeze, despite the aging forensics. Mr. Worm knew his prey quite well. He merely had to set his trap. And wait. A banana,
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6hamster roaster. What good was an exclusive credit card without some tasty meat to buy? Some gals want their steak dinners, but she wanted EXCLUSIVE. The mahogony mastercard
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7The kid, while a good soldier, was still learning to count. He pushed over a pile of marbles to his grandfather and replied, "you give me twenty, Dogmeat!" Colonel Sanders smiled.
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4-sauruses were no use. Whether capon or cockerel, it would always be chicken, and the wolf could get no human to care about his plight. Even Wolf Blitzer
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3I wish I had magic pants.
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4oranges, peeled by the bananas, and pied by the apples. There was no where to run. Our antihero would finally admit that he was no match for Madam Chiquita.
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3was a savant and quickly counted the 6,279,474 pieces, but reported one less to the exchancellor. The pig piece was for him. The other drones began droning and the bagpipes began
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6ride up in their stirrups while steel drums played the Chicken Dance. One year, the Chicken Boys showed up in jumpsuits with fancy Popeyes patches and started the turkey genocide