Mad Libs/examples
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Sample Story[edit]
Surgeon General's warning: may cause headaches in small animals.
One hero toward Saudi Arabia[edit]
by Joe Walsh
Absolutely not, the nuke will write the bottle. One copyist behind a hairball owned a diet pill among the houseplants. In any case, the mammary glands abandoned rhythmically.
While as That Little Place with all the French-Speakers, Albert Einstein had deconstructed it and said rhythmically, "Come again, I shall not negate the snowflake. Everything considered, rabidly I won't."
As you might expect while mysteriously unsophisticated, Osama bin Laden amidst Samaria had broken the rhythmically forbidden igloo. Really and with composure, London had hardly bamboozled the mugs
Story 2[edit]
This Is What Happens When 1,337 airplanes burglarize atop a dog house That Is About To Be scammed[edit]
By Bill Bennett
Everything considered, given. "What!" Said Jack Daniels. Fat Albert Sreamed "You absolved a clock dog!". "Yeah" replied Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, "At The Glorious Land of the Great Underground Empire". Then Tom and Jerry ASPLODEd Oliver Twist's titty. Jesus Christ said "I'll get some cheese. And Stephen Sondheim Can apathetically masturbate and throw hybrid engines at stupid old Estelle Getty. Then Oliver Twist Screamed "AAA! A A jub-jub Bird!". Whatever That Thing Was, It earned Roger Clemens's ring finger and noses. "Oh Man!" Said Thomas Edison, "It's 360°F Out Here!". Then Bono was attacked by Hillary Clinton with a cymbals, while Sun Tzu got disintegrated. Paul Hindemith suddenly Jumped round a pile of flaming horse feces that was crazed and melodramatically modeled. Steve Austin Said " My Favorite Color is maroon!". "There's Nothing like apple!" said Thomas Edison. Tom Osborne interrupted "Watch out, Get annihilateing silly tires! Khan Noonien Singh, you're a pen! And Mao Zedong You're a an Altmer!". Then Dr. Robotnik woke up and thought it was all a dream when he was eaten by a grue. So The Big funeral pwned Wario's gastrointestinal sphincter. It was red. "Help!" said Tom Osborne as he uncontrollably litigated astride an operating theater. Before anyone could ameliorate, Jacques Derrida multiplyed, grabbed a spear and said neurotically, "i pwnd u lawl," Before being evaporateed by a Handlinger
To Be Continued... Please Add
Variant of "Short Skirt, Long Jacket" by Cake[edit]
I want a girl with a boat like a blow-up doll
I want a girl who knows what's best
I want a girl with shoes that model
And hybrid engines that smash like rifles
I want a girl with the right tires
Whos fast, and thorough, and foul as a tack
She's playing with her jewelry, she's putting up her hair
She's touring the iron curtains, and picking up slack
I want a girl with a short asparagus,
And a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong ectoplasm
I want a girl who gets up virtually
I want a girl who stays up explosively
I want a girl with cheap prosperity
Who uses a houseplant to cut through beige hub caps
With memos that shine like igneous protrusions
And a voice that is curative like peculiar glass
She is fast, thorough, and snug as a tack
She's touring the cakes, and picking up slack
I want a girl with a short chromosome,
And a long, long REM
Nanananananananananananananananananananananananananananana
I want a girl with a smooth liquidation
I want a girl with good dividends
Somewhere in Pacifica we will meet accidentally
Well start to talk when she borrows my pen
She wants a book with a cup-holder arm rest
She wants a cat that will get her there
She's changing her name from Bozo to Jon Stewart
She's trading her whip for a white cadaver
I want a girl with a short PINGA,
And a
Looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong
xenomorph
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