Finished Folds (41—60)
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4What Major Platinus suspected was that smoke and mirrors was all the battle of the titans was. He immediately became a pacifist, practicing meditation on the battlefield. Yeah.
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5I hope the real Steve Buscemi will be in every hotel room I visit.
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4wanted instead to be the Queen of Country, so she grabbed her git-tar and headed to Nashville. She ended up right back in all of those ads she had headed to Nashville to escape.
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5Become anthropomorphic and head out to the grocery. Wait, where would he get money for pork? Danger The Dog contemplated running a betting ring, but needed something quicker.
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8OK from any of the grand wizards, so I stumbled to fold on my own. Fe fi fo fum. What the heck rhymes with fum? Well, there's gum. Damn it! Must all my folds be about gum?
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4Other fedora-boot-wearing-gun-toting types. That Liver Spot was the only one hardly mattered. That he was a 12 foot anthropomorphic dog was very important to Judy.
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3Gawd! If only the press would forget about Sithe Drive. My new place in Death Star Gardens was so swank! The pool was exquisite! It had gold plated everything. Very classy.
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6When they got out of the forrest, they opened up a dessert place: Sam and Frodo's Fredo. They gave away free samples and hoped never again to repeat that story. It's like
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5pouted, still pining over Scarecrow. Oprah couldn't get a word out of her. The live broadcast: "Dr Oz Reunites Oz" was a disaster. This was definitely not a favorite thing.
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4in a box at the Fed Ex processing center. Wasn't reincarnation supposed to result in higher states of being?But here he was, a blithering jackass-in-a-box. Wait! What if
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2is the only kind of tick for me. Tick tock, and all that jazz, what, what?
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5Barbie abattoir. Barbies would barrel barbarically about the abattoir, basking in beastial bombast. Beach Barbie battled booze, Ken baiting the booty call.
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8ummed up on the ancient Slide Rules of Ontyx, gossamer playthings that seemed to always predict genocide, especially when the galactic ice cream supply ran low.
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3Sure, ttaM the Reverse Vicar came for the DAHLI SYRUP, but stayed for the Stubbleball wagering. Running from his only dream, the juice did nothing for his pain. But gambling
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4and always blasted out of his fatui on the phorak juice. But weren't all the really good 'phone players? Still, we wondered what our lives would amount to w/o meeting the lil nit.
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4abject ruin. The gambling had left him both broke and broken. Stuck in the Hall of Presidents, the Minotaur breathing down his neck for payback, he looked @ his trusty Mickey watch
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3The problem was, chicken stock isn't supposed to rise. "Who the hell put yeast in my crock pot?" Little did I know that this was the key to uniting universal consciousness.
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6"Eat it, Steve Jobs", he continued to shout, his pitch rising ever higher. "What is it with these tech cultists and sweaters?!!" That's when the sega exec detonated
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6Burger King swept in carrying armaments. No way Colonel Sanders was getting the jump on this pow wow. Chuck E. Cheese filed a cease and desist motion that brought down
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7Broken hearts never heal after an upheaval. That's what my yoga instructor would tell me while staring at my new breasts. It was then I realized I could really use a fanny lift.