Finished Folds (81—100)
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4hated me, that my pants were too short, my hair was to long. How could I be blamed for blurting out inappropriate, often incomprehensible words? I was a teenager, I deserved pity
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6begin to drool whenever the phone was in use. They would yip and hop, vying to be closest to the phone. Phone calls would be cut short in order to call the cops "Mad Dog!, Mad Dog!
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5and figured he had just enough time to make the last race at Roachhill Downs. Hed put it all on Raunchy Boy to win and either the minotaur would get his dough or his pound of flesh
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6I believe the key to starting a story in the middle lies in the pre cognizant network:Tap in, see line 5 as it will be written, then write line 6 on line one. Diabolical perhaps,
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5ever lovin christ. Just then i heard Rocky Racoon yell out to elanor rigby "i wanna hold your hand while my guitar gently weeps!" She yelled back "Ok why dont we do it in the road?
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7and quick as lightning his left leg whipped out and swept my feet out from under me. I landed hard, my breath knocked out of me. Wassamatter the troll asked, a little short on air?
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7It was a proven fact, predictions were in direct proportion to the galactic ice cream supply. The lower the ice cream supply the gloomier the prediction, Ontyx citizens knew this
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5and felt such overwhelming joy that he sobbed even louder. He looked the zombie corgi over, making a repair plan, a little tape, some thread and Bruno would be good as...well...
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4had been taking karate lessons and his fantasy of kicking the crap out of Lucy the next time she pulled the football away was about to become a reality. Charlie and his gram
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7Why does the universe do this? I opened a fold accidentally (I blamed it on the dog), sorry slimwhitman! It was written in Icelandic, which I dont speak. Of alll the possibilities
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8unfathomable folds (that way no one can ever be sure if you are the idiot or the savant) 3) Chant to the publishing gods - dont forget the incense. 4) Wash your car
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6cold lowering sky my laundry shivers two crows bickering
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5But if you hit the no rhymes wall, think about Bob Dylan, he's sitting' there chilling', strum-a-dum-dumping, then start humming, the rhymes will be there, you won't need
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6I don't want to be a pirate any more - one little boy cried. I'll hang ye from the yardarm ye scury snotting dog! Now row fer fucksakes, ROW! Yelled the captain through the storm.
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6Which planet are you from again? Here the alphabet goes.. A is for addict who's habit is strong, B is for bennies -keep you up all night long, C is for cocaine - the rich mans high
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3sneered at Pinky. "Whadaya doin' here, pipsqueak?" Pinky swallowed and clutched her tail (Brain says never show fear). Nothing
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5Wendy Weagle, who excelled at curling with curled toes, was so excited when she got a phone call - Congratultions Wendy! You've won a curling iron! Imagine her disappointment when
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5The tape word inched along measuring its sentence. Some folks showed up and taped the word worm on him; they were itching to measure his sentience
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6Spot, Queenie drawled, you pee on 8 different things in 2 minutes then look me in the eye and claim that you're non territorial. Admiting that you have a problem is the first step
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4Well, I thought, as long as I'm not remembering who I am and don't know whether this was my house...why not rummage around for porn