Finished Folds (401—420)
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6Despite her best efforts, her folds had zero points. How could she get more votes? She did some analysis and found that folds with the most points were written at 3:00 a.m.,
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2and went to Aisle 10, but was too late. Someone had slipped on the mess and died. This could cost me my job! I stuffed the body in a grocery cart, covered it jars of salad dressing
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4"Heath," the therapist interrupted, "what's wrong with saying 'my cat woke me up yesterday'? You're here because your family can't understand you. Why use 32 words when 6 will do?
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5little did she know there would be more orphans that day. The mutt next door, called "Hot" by its vaudevillian Professor owner, went nuts when screaming children opened umbrellas
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4and I only added to stories whose previous fold contained "spam" "fish" "Marvin" "flamingo" "hooligan" "drunk" "wheelbarrow" or "maggots." So did Chaz! To get him to add to my fol
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5the primary DSM diagnosis was Unspecified Mental Disorder (nonpsychotic) with a secondary diagnosis of Disorder of Written Expression.This would explain every fold on Folding Story
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5his liquor said, "Listen dumb*****. I said to survive, you must master the ninja skills I taught you. Clearly you have not mastered the dance moves.Step aside." Rafael and Leonardo
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6about his toupees & high heels & said his fly was open when it wasn't. Hatch waited each day for someone to walk thru the diner door who'd understand his eccentric billionaire-ness
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5the tree, gets distracted by a carrot and some nice chervil so he forgets where the hole is...and..." Aw geez. I was just no good with innuendo. I did a Google search, typing in
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7augh and said, "It'll look like an accident." "Wait!" I said, "I've got cash in a Folgers can!" "Where?" my wife demanded. "Uh...the basement! Next to your taxidermy table behind
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5acher, lost it, stood on a desk & said "O Captain my Captain,you can call me Ray or you can call me Jay or call me Mr. Tibbs but don't call me Shirley."The next day they had a sub.
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8. Once again she had flirted him out of his best produce at half the price. At this rate, he wouldn't be able to pay for his organic certification. She sashayed to the banana booth
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7Now I knew Billy was the one who'd been spray painting inkblots on city buses in the combined shape of a fat lady's ass and a box of Krispy Kremes. He hated his bus-driving mother
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1I clicked on ADD and ALMOST FINISHED, then chickened out. Only a few brave souls have the cojones to write a fold that makes some kind of "final" sense, and making sense on FS
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8light 'em on fire, burn your head off and prop your headless corpse in a cornfield." Dead silence. They all now realized the Tin Man was a psycho. Dorothy reached in her basket
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6my narcolepsy was kicking in. I pulled into the Bates Motel parking lot and stared at the blood-red neon hotel sign. A disco ball was whirling in an upstairs room and loud rap musi
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4"Let's manufacture robots to make cookies with *their* hands!" The elves rioted, kicking Keebler & E.L. Fudge in the shins, biting their ankles and clubbing them with wooden spoons
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4thought that was a great idea, since they both dealt with cavities, so to speak & had very nimble fingers. It went so well, the dentists & proctologists started a new business toge
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3Stopping MoralEnd would be hard.He was a guy who quit his job so he could chain smoke, illegally hallucinate & type on FoldingStory 17-24 hrs/day, 362 days/year. Geoff was the only
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2cuz he hated shenanigans & his Shenanigan family's stupid pranks. At Shenanigan family reunions, Malarky always ate in the closet & always called police when the tomfoolery began.