Finished Folds (2401—2420)
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1was morose. "I have issues," she said, "I look like a rooster, I crow like a rooster and I strut about like a rooster." But inside I'm all hen. All I want to do is lay an egg!
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4refilled by Alex Salmon, First Minister of Scotland. The mist swirled about his lovely kilt and his hairy knees glowed in the gloaming. "Come to Scotland wi' me, hen," he burred,
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3you're right, a mole has got nothing to do with this story. You have contravened Folding Story regulation 158b, and I state: "No mole introductions in the 9th fold". Look it up.
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5"Hey!" yelled the Commander's wife. "You talking about MY meatloaf, mister? Well I'll take it where it's wanted." She strapped on her clogs and stuffed the meatloaf down her blouse
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7are opinions none the less. The information superhighway connects those opinions into a so-called web. How amazed the Ancient Greeks would be to see a modem! The Internet is connec
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4Linda resolved to wear waterproof mascara until things looked up in her life & signed uo for a Woodwork for Women course the community college in the rose red Republic of Hackney
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3too much of a playa to be that into Juliette. Vincent made an airplane out of his paper & shot it at Lar who caught it, mashed it into a ball & ate it. Ms Peabody, their English te
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3protection than a flame-retardant thong. "This is such an opportunity!" cooed his agent. "I've already negotiated the rights to Celebrity Skin Grafts. It's huge." I made the video
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4Maid Marion as he OCDishly lined up his coins in date order in their tent & he'd get peevish if she knocked one out of line. She was relieved when a raid's booty was pigs or jewels
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6. She peed on the AK-47 to disable it and mind melded with The Postman. She saw visions of letters, parcels & OMG... He's dumping 3 sacks of letters behind a hedge!. Asta the Pooch
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5Chernobyl's Direktor ran in. "All the reactors are in meltdown! We must hold an urgent Meeting of Self Criticism. Get the vodka, we've got a lot to discuss!"
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6pass on the increased cost to my clients, poor broken souls that they were. But as their Life Coach, I made paying my bills first a Top Priority Life Goal. I bleached my teeth &
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1makes no sense at all. "The fundamental problem with final folding," opined lucielucie swirling a single malt around its glass, "is the toxic 9th fold." It helps to have no shame
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9I gaffer taped the 2 parts of my skull together & caught the bus back from the meat processing plant where I'd carried out the surgery. The bus bumped over a pothole and a piece of
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6weaponus non grata. Optimus Crime crashed into Ninjattorney's sumptuous chambers grabbing him by the throat. "Yea, you're a mouthy git, granted, but tell your clients that the stro
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0It was back-breaking. Then, I felt a few drops & the rain poured down in sheets. Suddenly our wormy saviours burst from the ground in writhing balls. Hallelujah! Saved! By worms!
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7They burst in, red robes flapping. "Crickey!" I said, "I didn't expect the Spanish Inquisition!" "Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!" jeered the IRS Cardinal. He picked up my
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1Everest - the highest point in the world. A place to truly contemplate the meaning of life. I stared out at the magnificent sunset when.. CLUNK! an oxygen tank hit the back of my h
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2I packed my ba
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6a blue banana leaf boat in the Bay of Biscay. Joan Miro was bullied for having a girls name. He scribbled lots to get all the whatever out and acquired an agent who called him Miss