Mad Libs/examples
- See also: Mad Libs
Sample Story[edit]
Surgeon General's warning: may cause headaches in small animals.
One anger next Bulacan[edit]
by Samus Aran
However, the apples can shave the diet coke. One Subaru without a search engine lathered a pile of flaming horse feces failing the lubricants. After a long wait, the t-shirts cruised noisily.
While minus Stalingrad, Jim Carrey had modeled it and said starkly, "Take care, I shall not dance the flan. Subsequently, explosively I might not."
In any case while affably furry, Roger Clemens behind Rome had deceived the virtually luminous number. To come to the point and rapidly, Shadow Moses had frostily recollected the homotopies
Story 2[edit]
This Is What Happens When 25 lawn mowers pwn after an igneous protrusion That Is About To Be placed in the event horizon[edit]
For the most part, after. "What!" Said John Kerry. The Doctor Sreamed "You legislated a lobster Suzuki!". "Yeah" replied Jim Carrey, "At Chicxulub". Then Clara Bow crystallized Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo's armpit hair. This Guy said "I'll get some bacon-rasher. And Paul Hindemith Can habitually fornicate and throw petroglyphs at stupid old Peyton Manning. Then Immanuel Kant Screamed "AAA! A a Goron!". Whatever That Thing Was, It modeled Benedict Arnold's face and thyroids. "Oh Man!" Said Kevin Federline, "It's 60°F Out Here!". Then Benedict Arnold was attacked by Peter Griffin with a axe, while Big the Cat got Killer card'ed. Crom suddenly Jumped from a search engine that was lovely and callously analyzed. Shakespeare Said " My Favorite Color is orange!". "There's Nothing like cheese!" said Pee-wee Herman. Thomas Edison interrupted "Land ahoy, Get insulting silly staplers! Bart Simpson, you're a tuxedo! And Adolf Hitler You're a a gothemo!". Then Gottfried Leibniz woke up and thought it was all a dream when he was eaten by a grue. So The Big gas tank ablated Randy Savage's tongues. It was revolting. "Help!" said Pablo Picasso as he hatefully absorbed down a toaster. Before anyone could disintegrate, Joey Barton rebeled, grabbed a zip gun and said sometimes, "OMGSTFUROFL!111!," Before being overthrowed by a Goblinoid
To Be Continued... Please Add
Variant of "Short Skirt, Long Jacket" by Cake[edit]
I want a girl with a plague like a cockroach
I want a girl who knows what's best
I want a girl with shoes that hack & slash
And hot dogs that baste like options
I want a girl with the right tuxedoes
Whos fast, and thorough, and rickety as a tack
She's playing with her jewelry, she's putting up her hair
She's touring the hot dogs, and picking up slack
I want a girl with a short Juffo-Wup,
And a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong funeral
I want a girl who gets up relentlessly
I want a girl who stays up acceptably
I want a girl with shaky prosperity
Who uses a search engine to cut through yucky-looking gooey yellow with a touch of slimy green clones
With sticks that shine like violi
And a voice that is clumsy like shimmery glass
She is fast, thorough, and malevolent as a tack
She's touring the staplers, and picking up slack
I want a girl with a short apple juice,
And a long, long pill
Nanananananananananananananananananananananananananananana
I want a girl with a smooth liquidation
I want a girl with good dividends
Somewhere in Fairyland we will meet accidentally
Well start to talk when she borrows my pen
She wants a mouse with a cup-holder arm rest
She wants a needle that will get her there
She's changing her name from Sylvester Stallone to George W. Bush
She's trading her egg for a white noseblower
I want a girl with a short Mazda,
And a
Looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong
potato masher
Bohemian Rhapsody (Mad Lib remix)[edit]
Mama,
sold myself again
not miss brainy, nice, or cute
big tits and hair no one disputes
Mama, this is so much fun
they'll pay more
if i say that i'm 'bi' too
Mama, ooh ooh
Didn't mean to make you sigh
If I'm not sold before this time tomorrow
sell me on, the 'o' dot com
paypal sucks...is 'what's the matter'
lets wait,
bids have begun
forget the geezers who don't care
to brush their teeth
or comb their hair
Goodbye, little hick town
i'm worth more than gold
to a couple who are rich and want me nude.
Mama, ooh ooh
my smile is bright,
clothes are too tight
i'll send a postcard home