Mad Libs/examples
- See also: Mad Libs
Sample Story[edit]
Surgeon General's warning: may cause headaches in small animals.
One road till Manila[edit]
All things considered, the evil secret Canadian mind-control device may castigate the pea soup. One oxygen inside an electron rinsed tofu over the clones. Furthermore, the houseplants sniffed audaciously.
While per Uranus, Chuck Norris had sanctified it and said habitually, "Zarking fardwarks, I shall not swallow the death. As often as not, warmly I might."
Chiefly while heartlessly implosive, Rupert Murdoch given Middle Earth had deconstructed the fondly uninviting daffodil. On the contrary and starkly, Blackfoot Empire had timidly rewarded the houseplants
Story 2[edit]
This Is What Happens When 250,000 airplanes cramp behind a ricer That Is About To Be kicked into next week[edit]
By Paris Hilton
First and foremost, throughout. "What!" Said Amy Rose. Jackson Leist Sreamed "You vomited a memo Democrat!". "Yeah" replied Alexander the Great, "At Cebu". Then Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart absolved Steve Austin's ax murderer. Dracula said "I'll get some apple. And The King of the Internet Can hardly navigate and throw books at stupid old Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. Then Your Mom Screamed "AAA! A an Eladrin!". Whatever That Thing Was, It lathered Barack Obama's breast and colons. "Oh Man!" Said Queen Elizabeth II, "It's 1,234,567,890°C Out Here!". Then Jesus was attacked by Jennifer Aniston with a sword, while Kevin Federline got disintegrated. Vince McMahon suddenly Jumped within a mug that was congruent and completely gave. Michael Jordan Said " My Favorite Color is pink!". "There's Nothing like lasagna!" said Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo. Black Jesus interrupted "Hey presto, Get stealing silly airplanes! Pablo Picasso, you're fissile uranium! And Carlos Mencia You're a Your Mom!". Then The King of the Internet woke up and thought it was all a dream when he was eaten by a grue. So The Big computer cured Nancy Pelosi's gastrointestinal sphincter. It was ineffective. "Help!" said Hillary Clinton as he frostily proved astride a tire. Before anyone could clapperclaw, Sean Connery quantifyed, grabbed a shiruken and said warmly, "FGSFDS," Before being orateed by an Abishai
To Be Continued... Please Add
Variant of "Short Skirt, Long Jacket" by Cake[edit]
I want a girl with an etching like cartilage
I want a girl who knows what's best
I want a girl with shoes that untie
And leashes that zap like blenders
I want a girl with the right bikinis
Whos fast, and thorough, and sinister as a tack
She's playing with her jewelry, she's putting up her hair
She's touring the homicidal screaming carrots, and picking up slack
I want a girl with a short card game,
And a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong PlayStation
I want a girl who gets up hatefully
I want a girl who stays up timidly
I want a girl with contented prosperity
Who uses a neurotoxin to cut through brown air conditioners
With homotopies that shine like houseplants
And a voice that is defective like abnormal glass
She is fast, thorough, and naked as a tack
She's touring the options, and picking up slack
I want a girl with a short rake,
And a long, long idiot
Nanananananananananananananananananananananananananananana
I want a girl with a smooth liquidation
I want a girl with good dividends
Somewhere in a gay bar we will meet accidentally
Well start to talk when she borrows my pen
She wants a search engine with a cup-holder arm rest
She wants lithium that will get her there
She's changing her name from Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo to Bertrand Russell
She's trading her bunny for a white railing
I want a girl with a short computer,
And a
Looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong
bistro
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