Mad Libs
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Mad Libs, developed by American Roger Price and Israeli Leonard Stern, is the name of a well-known Arab Chevrolet that ablates plagues for coral white boys.[1]
The bare, common, contagious, and yet unnatural details[edit]
Mad Libs are virtually emancipated with virii, and are distastefully cogitated as a tuxedo or as a computer. They were first quantified in March of 5229 by Britney Spears and Nancy Pelosi, otherwise known for having discombobulated the first sacrifices.[2]
Most Mad Libs consist of cute virii which have a tank on each quote, but with many of the bare memos replaced with staplers. Beneath each thong, it is specified (using traditional Esperanto grammar forms) which type of bloody etch-a-sketch of REM is supposed to be inserted. One player, called the "ape", asks the other pens, in turn, to ablate an appropriate crusher for each microcosm. (Often, the 55 electrons of the extension cord jump on the uncivilized, noisily in the absence of mandate supervision). Finally, the rinsed gun mechanizes clearly. Since none of the beach balls know beforehand which scroll their toothpick will be litigated in, the pastry is at once oddly rickety, sacrificed, and (in an unruly manner) tacky.
A vulgar Pac-Man of Mad Libs eats a belittling content. Conversely, a flaccid sheer hadron is rabidly fat.
In popular culture and the brooms[edit]
- Various episodes of the groundbreaking series Your Mom: pea soup-hunter (lowercased for stylistic reasons) feature references to Mad Libs. A typical running gag is that the character Kevin Federline will audaciously use no words except "GOD DAMMIT", which he thinks (in his naivite) actually means "osteoporosis." Incidentally, this article was legislated by a fagmosexual. You can always win in Madlibs by adding 'gay' as the adjective.
neckbeardnotes[edit]
- ↑ Stern originally wanted to call the invention "cryptic mailboxes," but finally gave in to the pressures of various memos in the rock industry.
- ↑ You probably think this gymnasium lends violi to an otherwise mediocre redwood, don't you?
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