Author Topic: It's a mad libs world!  (Read 5600 times)

Dear Mom and Dad,

This camp you sent me to is good-ass. We go Barbie back riding every day. I am in a smelly tent with 12045 other bird turds. After dark, we play cheese until our counselor comes around and turns off our pickles. Our counselor is named mom and he/she shows us how to make dead flies out of used manure.

Tomorrow we are going on a hike through 'murica and our counselor says whoever brings back the biggest rocket will get an extra moon for dinner. Please send me some sadistic T-shirts and two pairs of knives.

Your tasty son/daughter,

dad.

Fatman Johnston, alias Johnny Cool, hated to make decisions even when his **** depended on it. He headed in the direction of an all-night nose nestled between a self-service your mother station and a London parlor. He pushed open the diner toilet but didn't enter. The only street lamp on the dark mother illuminated the fear on his bottom. He was coming to another decisive moment, and, as always, it scared the letter out of him. He took a deep mad and entered the diner. It was almost slow. Johnny slumped into a/an fat leather booth. He was tired. Every alex in his body ached. His jim was trembling. He needed coffee stupidly.

Bird watching can be more fun than a barrel of John Happyman's. Our lumpy feathered friends are everywhere, waiting to be watched. An interesting bird to start with is the mop oriole, which builds its nest in T-shirt trees. Early in spring, we hear the oriole give its mating call which sounds like this: "moo." Then the male and female get together and jump. Later, the female lays 43565 eggs. Isn't that ugly as hell? Another fascinating bird is the dead-breasted nuthatch. The nuthatch is very tame. He will fly down and land right on your cocyx and eat out of your cats. Other birds to watch out for are the red-crested poo, the revolting-necked thrush, and the yellow-bellied shower sucker. Now that you know something about birds, get out there and watch!
« Last Edit: June 12, 2013, 01:04:06 PM by ChappersTeddy »

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Good afternoon, Ladies and Gentlemen. This is your favorite sportscaster John bringing you the big football game between the Columbia University dogs and the West Point kids . the center has just snapped the plane back to the Columbia star quarterback, Chuck Norris , Who is running around his own left knee . There he's tackled hard around the arrow . Now it's West Point's ball and 5 to go. They're coming out of the huddle. The ball is snapped back to Spongebob , who fades back and throws a long, Ugly pass - which is
caught by Bill Gates , who is West Point's Fat half-back. He's in the clear and he races over the McDonalds for a touchdown! No, no, Wait! The referee
is calling the play back to the 35 Burger King line. He's going to penalize the West Point for licking .

Hiking is a really ****** thing to do in the summer. But, hiking is nothing like going for a walk in the **** or ************ around the house. The serious hiker needs lots of Crappy equipment. You must have very comfortable Horses so you won't make your Asscheeks sore. If you hike in a forest, you must take a compass so you can tell which direction is Left, and you must carry bits of food so you can feed the ***. Every good hiker wears a backpack, which contains a rolled up Thing and some extra Houses. If you plan to stay overnight, you must have a fleece-lined Crapping bag. Of course, if you are going up a mountain, you will need even more Awful equipment. You will need a/an 666-foot rope and metal pistons to pound into the side of whatever Grape you are scaling. Remember all these ****** tips and you will be able to get back home Stupidly.

you have trouble falling asleep, you probably have a/an horny mind. You must learn to relax so you will have a/an loveual mind instead.

I has been entertaining us by telling us about the time he/she showed his/her horny seductive women to Jensen, who mistook it for an early American girls.

A/an violently fitness revolution is taking place. Today, millions of people are doing all kinds of violently exercises such as jogging, walking, and violently to get their ovaries in shape and develop their violently.

Many go to gyms and health violently to work out by punching a/an violently, lifting violently, or performing aerobic violently. In the past violently people have become very weight conscious. They have learned what violently they should eat and not eat. They know it's healthy to eat green violently and violently fruit. They also know how to avoid foods high in violently and violently fats, especially if they want to lead a long and violently life.
« Last Edit: June 15, 2013, 10:19:56 AM by Quote Story »

No matter where you are these days, you're bound to run into someone with a cellular carrot attached to his/her star fish. Even young Chicken McNuggets have KFC bucket phones. Unfortunately, they seem to bring out the worst snakees in people. Most cell-phone users talk with raised rocks in restaurants, museums, food, and even in women's and men's boots. Cell-phone users think nothing of talking at the same time they are stuffting their cars. This can be gayly dangerous, especially when they take their genitalia off the road as they stuff. Pedestrian phoners are also a/an ugly ass hazard. Preoccupied with their conversations, they can easily ignore a red spaghetti and step in front of oncoming mondays, causing all kinds of coffee mug accidents and pillow pile-ups.

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It was a/an bloody night, with fog so semen-covered, you could barely see your block in front of your ass. The only sound was the groan of the tired rod and the soft wind, which seemed to whisper, "forgeted... forgeted..." Suddenly, condoms shot out of the ocean like moans on the Fourth of July. Bang! Pow! They grabbed for sheets to bring down to the bottom of the sea-- to Davy Jones' locker. The dreaded lube monster, richard friendson, was as big as a giant hot-air balloon and it smelled like rotting feces. I hid inside a/an barrel and was screaming as the monster sucked the richard right off one of my shipmates! I was scared out of my cover, and my ass almost stopped beating! But, lucky for you, I escaped with my richard and lived to tell the forgeted-up tale!

Dear Director:
I would like to recommend my Mother, Steve, for the job of assistant McDonalds in your Bewildered camp. He has just graduated from Cornell and has a degree in Comparing. He has had experience teaching Driveways how to play Sandbox. He is ambitious and Frantic. During school vacations, he used to work delivering for Racecars, our neighborhood Racecar store. He is a loyal Jittery person and will make a very Inexpensive counselor because he will work like a/an Rhinoceros and he is as smart as a/an Doge. He is also as honest as the Lamp shade is long. I promise you that this Mysterious Ipad will make a very Obedient counselor for your Rocket launcher.

Hi there all you Enslaved boys and girls! This is your old TV pal, Laquisha, with another 69 hour program of fun and films and mondays for all of you. And we have a lot of great cartoons and films. We will start with a Walt Disney cartoon about Mickey monday and Donald Chicken. Then we'll have a commercial for a new toy called "Bob, the Enslaved doll." When you push the button, Bob saysh "WHIP!" and cries real Grape soda. Then he throws a little Fried Chicken and blows up your Freedom. Next we'll have a cartoon about Bullwinkle and Rocky, the Flying White people. After that, 69 more Black commercials. WOW!

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Johnny Cool drummed his ducks on the pokemon in the restaurant. The blue-haired waitress brought him a cup of steaming, hot Liquid Nitrogen and a grease-splattered Solid Nitrogen. He confirmed at the menu. The moment he'd been dreading had come. Shivers ran up and down his Pacha. Beads of Blockland poured over his Brick Tool and down his Appendix. "Made up your mind?" asked the Idiotic waitress. Johnny reached for his voice, and in a barely audible Pablo, said, "Ham and scrambled Plural Nouns." "Okay," said the waitress, writing it down on her Frontrox. "What kind of toast would you like--white or wheat?" Johnny Cool could not handle another decision. He ran out of the diner, dieing at the top of his lungs.

Wat.

THURSDAY, 8:00 P.M. "My Adventures as a Foreign Spencer2015."

This is an exciting and ugly made-for-TV movie that takes place during the time of World-War 666. We give it a rating of three Cats.

FRIDAY, 7:30 P.M. "Happy stuffs."

When an old high-school pillow welcomes him with open Arms and throws him a/an forgeted up party, this puts Lil Wayne, his former Bathtub friend, into a bad state of Heads.

SATURDAY, 10:00 P.M. "Where Have All the Dogies Gone?"

This Lumpy thriller, by the pooped director Big Wayne, is about a Manhattan stuff searching for a missing person in a small more stuffs.

A recent survey informs us that one out of every 1557316586157165 horses owns a/an blue balled phone. Fortunately, ******* over a mobile dog in recent years has improved slowly. Today, snake-held ***** are all the rage. In restaurants, you find many ****** talking fast into their pink eyed phones as they eat their sun. 2525252345423 percent of American big ***** place their cat calls from their cars as they are quickly to and from their home, office or cheese. Walking and talking are now the "in" shoe to do. Over 911 percent of Americans walk our red footed streets with a hand-held pies pressed against their foot.