Finished Folds (301—320)
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5she waited until the counter hit zero. She'd have the last laugh though: Turgid Stoat - not him - had always been her muse, and her prose was pregnant with stoatish possibility.
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4I'm not sure when my sofa became sentient, though I'm certain it was after I had moved out of my ex-girlfriend's loft apartment but before I rented that hole over on 4th. Anyway,
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4rancid with Disco. Even Donna Summers gagged. Fizzuzu the Dybbuk of Indigestion smiled - his plan to poison all the musical condiments was working flawlessly. If only he could
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6So, yeah, I apparently opened a dybbuk box by accident & Fizzuzu the Dybbuk of Indigestion now resides within me. I've tried everything (even calling Matisyahu, but he's powerless
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1underoos woven from a smart nano-fabric that adjusted to the wearer's size and could appear as any fabric with any print, Spiderman one moment, Transformers the next, from thong to
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4gradual crescendo of peeps. Peering under the bed, I saw the problem immediately - someone had opened a portal to a chicken farm, and the baby chicks were filing one by one
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5turned their oxygen up to 11 and banged their bed pans together as Aunt Valetta spun round and round, her pendulous mammaries swinging in a wide arc over Willy's astonished head.
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2from a 1000 2 liters into the crawlspace. The resulting explosion blew the house into splinters & my shorts off my frame. Now pants-emancipated, I began the search for a new home.
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5A stoat, a parrot and a dog with a vest of fissile plutonium walked into a bar and ordered a drink. The stoat ordered a dry martini, shaken, not stirred; the parrot, a Zombie; and
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3man accidentally choked on his saliva, brought his hand forward to cover his mouth, and simultaneously decapitated the young man and impaled himself. Far off, the Emperor chuckled.
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4100 calorie packages of chips spontaneously combusted, then all generic brands instantly melted into an orange rancid liquid, swelled their packages & exploded in consumers' faces.
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7over in the pan and injected it with saline & anti-mutant serum, then popped it in the oven. Granny Magneto adjusted her helmet & then began to make the batter for the Toad cakes.
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6"More! More! More!" Roger Moore looked over his shades, sipped his Sex on the Beach, then said "It's Sir Moore, if you don't mind." Grace Jones nodded silently beside him.
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4Annie was consumed with the desire to find a new "wipe" - there already were baby wipes, screen wipes, even doggy wipes - what new wipe could she invent that would make her as rich
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5The Ducks of Al-Hazred joined in, as did the Six Million Dollar Clam, the Bionic Wombat & all the bovines on Cattlecar Galactica - except for Commander A Llama, who frowned & spat.
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3"Floccinaucinihilipilification?" The sodomizing continued, and, if anything, picked up speed. The angel looked bored - apparently hazing was prevalent in the Hoste. "Argh!"
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2(all carefully chosen from those ignorant of "The Empire Strikes Back") sat in mute admiration. "Luminous beings are we, not these crude folds." He began to fold cranes from the
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3Someone suggested they break for lunch. Little did they know that that lunch would last a thousand millennia. Several commission seats were empty, their occupants having evolved
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10production of "Death of a Salesman", set in a post-apocalyptic Paris & featuring anachronistic costuming choices & minimalist set design. Crisis averted, he set off to find Willy.
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2Perhaps I could just drink lymph instead, though I think I'd have a real tough time trying to tap into someone's lymphatic system without mixing blood in with it. Damn, this was