Finished Folds (241—260)
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1con formaggio per favore squidino!" The pepper pot of doom rose and groundfairy dust all over the yaks blood transforming it into a white bunny. Somewhere I heard a squid snigger.
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6didn't budge. There was NO WAY he was leaving without selling that hole in the ground to the monster cos he was on commission. And they are still there at an impasse to this day...
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4So Robert learnt to love both pork chops AND hot dogs. He ate and ate hotdogs. Ate and ate and ate until the nitrates they contained perfectly pickled his nose orange.
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4I also don't get it when people speak to me in Finnish. Bastards... Finnish bastards... And don't get me started on the Danes! To be or not to be? They're just talking crap!
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2wandered to a print of the Mona Lisa blue-tacked to the wall. 'Dear Lord, must I be always surrounded by near perfection, yet remain a miserable worm!' Dan thought, with fervour
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3her word alone. Her writ ran wherever pineapples or pineapple products were purveyed. However the head lies uneasy that wears the Pineapple Crown. She developed a tremor which
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4with the personality of a shiitake mushrooms and the looks of a grumpy caribou. The washing machine wasn't going to plumb itself in and he'd brought his adjustable spanner. She
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5rotate. Mesmerising. Captivating. Technically impossible. He posted aYoutube video of their rotational accomplishments and received over 50 hits! That's when he knew that Vegas was
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5"Lemon annihilator! Citrus fruit abuser! Tart fruit torturer!" Lemon Pie was BESIDE herself. I tried to calm her, stroking her meringue whirls and palpating her pie crust
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5business. You need to wear the short black velvet skirt, red stilettoes, red lace top, no underwear and red lipstick only... hair loose," I added. She sucked thoughtfully on her co
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7Say baby! Howya doin??
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7and waved goodbye as she walked out of my life forever! Wtf... I was a single dad to a brood of needy sea monkeys & there ain't no manual written that's gonna teach you how to love
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4I told my guests that I had to exorcise the memory of my cordon bleu cookery weekend in Gascony. "This," I said slapping the gunk into bowls, "is for those who never made it back
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5strip in private. But that's called undressing and doesn't accrue monetary rewards... usually. I got printed off the internet 1000 cards advertising my exclusive undressing session
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11would only reveal its mysteries via an elaborate ceremony involving proto-wombat sacrifice. Tharg ogled Loana busting out of her smilodon furs. Then she regained consciousness and
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4He's making her do the Macarena, to be precise--over and over again. My pillow is wet every night with my tears of frustration. Sarah's obsession with the man-robot is ruining our
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9he cries quietly. Sheila thinks I can't hear but I can." Then at the back of the audience, a small vole put up its paw & squeaked, "When is the interval? I want ice cream." I was
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4a long felt want. The want he was feeling was indescribable. So he turned to the pages of FS... where he could find all the words in the world, and more. Shiny? Presumptuous? Big?
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5account, by the light of a guttering candle, of my untimely demise and reincarnation as a sea monkey and felt resigned but happy at my aquatic fate.
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2I leant out of the fish's annointed cloaca as it rolled along the rails. The wonder of caboose travel dazzled me. We pulled into a loafah station to refill with soap powder. My eye