Finished Folds (81—100)
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3the huge executive building where they basically lived at. Taking time off work was a bad idea when I was in the same room as these insane girls. Having daughters meant that you we
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5tip of the tongue of the victim. The police were confused, but just assumed the killer liked chocolate sprinkles. Nobody would guess that somebody selling sweets could kill.
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3Colin Will, the town's playboy. He didn't notice, was too consumed by his own hubris. Dealing with customers like these was the easiest because you hardly had to try toinsult them.
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3wires and brackets. J. Jonah Jameson didn't need his braces taken off to see evidence of his poor brushing, it was evident every time he grinned his awful wrinkled grin. His teeth
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6devoured each of his fingers, even the nose-picking ones. Bombo screamed, blood spewing from what was left of his arms. "Now we both have stumps!" Barnabus said with a bloody mouth
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2they were out for murder. We should've seen it from the start. Many things indicated their perverse nature, from
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4He rocked back and forth on his mom's bed, holding his knees, murmuring to himself, "It's ok, it's ok." For that was the first time he'd done something wrong. He was only three.
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4kea! I missed it! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![Goes on for infinity]"
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3bananas, although they looked nothing like bananas. Fabio died in court. Not from his own stench, but because everyone else couldn't stand the smell any longer. No time for a bath.
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4Find out next time on the next episode of The Manager!" I stared at my radio. "This show makes no sense." I muttered. "Who writes these shows, anyway?"
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3Nicky, with a raised eyebrow, asked me if that was a real occupation and if being a plumber would suffice.
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4do with your hands," he said in his deep, gorgeous voice. "Stop! He's drunk!" my friend shouted, rushing in. I realized then that I'd mistaken a hot voice for a drawling one.
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9ly horrific. Why, you might ask? Because sea-dogs don't have hands and cannot speak English. Their music was
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6and drunkeness makes me dance to the most embarrassing song aimed at little children: the hokey-pokey.
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4But mice multiply fast; the nibbles started to added up. Soon, they were stripped clean, the mice gnawing on their skeletons, with droppings everywhere.
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6, his slobber dripping onto the stars. Wilbur had destroyed the galaxy in the process of ascending. Even when dead, Wilbur still caused trouble.
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5His senses were slightly off-kilter in the mornings. Well, more off-kilter than usual. Tasting the color yellow was not something you'd consider normal.
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2thus brainwashing hundreds of innocent childern. Well, you couldn't really consider them innocent anymore.
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6nrise. The balcony was missing one thing: my body falling from it into the cool forest. Dying wasn't so bad when you had such scenery to look at.
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2to make the most smelly cheese in the galaxy.