Mad Libs/examples
- See also: Mad Libs
Sample Story[edit]
Surgeon General's warning: may cause headaches in small animals.
One potato off Unnecessary Surgery Land[edit]
At the end of the day, the rucksack won't excruciate the fork. One pillow till a mammary gland quantified a broom about the oysters. In the usual course of events, the plagues rinsed (in a disorderly fashion).
While throughout City States of Californians, Peyton Manning had optimized it and said raucously, "When all is said and done, I may not revolt the Minolta. In other words, explosively I might."
After some time while haphazardly jocular, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart near Frogland had broken the sometimes fanatical aerodynamics. As such and sometimes, San Francisco had severely feasted the hot dogs
Story 2[edit]
This Is What Happens When 100,000 centrifuges smash circa a salad fork That Is About To Be killed in the sixth book[edit]
By Harry Potter
Everything considered, of. "What!" Said Wario. The King of the Internet Sreamed "You modeled a hot dog nitrogen!". "Yeah" replied Roger Clemens, "At Hopi Socialist Republic". Then Benedict Arnold analyzed Samus Aran's Geiger counter. Bart Simpson said "I'll get some cruton. And Jessica Alba Can exuberantly murder and throw dog houses at stupid old The Rock. Then Vin Diesel Screamed "AAA! A a hyperintelligent shade of the color blue!". Whatever That Thing Was, It sacrificed Shakespeare's heart and brains. "Oh Man!" Said Queen Elizabeth II, "It's 333°F Out Here!". Then Albert Einstein was attacked by Adolf Hitler with a B-52, while Arnold Schwarzenegger got poned by a bade speeler. Fat Albert suddenly Jumped to a diet pill that was tense and abrasively abandoned. Albert Einstein Said " My Favorite Color is clear!". "There's Nothing like nacho!" said Stephen Hawking. Ian Paisley interrupted "Have it your way, Get shaveing silly parchments! Arnold Schwarzenegger, you're a pile of flaming horse feces! And Joseph Stalin You're a an Ankheg!". Then Michael Jackson woke up and thought it was all a dream when he was eaten by a grue. So The Big cowbell analyzed George Washington's skulls. It was cheap. "Help!" said Edgar Allan Poe as he offensively baptized until a tire. Before anyone could explicate, Bill Clinton baptizeed, grabbed a great axe and said nonchalantly, "lmao," Before being heared by a long-legged short-legged cross-eyed knock-kneed bow-legged sailor
To Be Continued... Please Add
Variant of "Short Skirt, Long Jacket" by Cake[edit]
I want a girl with a mammary gland like a tooth
I want a girl who knows what's best
I want a girl with shoes that affiliate
And hub caps that obliterate like organs
I want a girl with the right lithiums
Whos fast, and thorough, and slimy as a tack
She's playing with her jewelry, she's putting up her hair
She's touring the gas tanks, and picking up slack
I want a girl with a short guitar,
And a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong muffin
I want a girl who gets up nastily
I want a girl who stays up briskly
I want a girl with rickety prosperity
Who uses a paper to cut through off-white homicidal screaming carrots
With tuxedoes that shine like neurotoxins
And a voice that is hopeless like infectious glass
She is fast, thorough, and megalomaniacal as a tack
She's touring the lithiums, and picking up slack
I want a girl with a short hitman,
And a long, long Oldsmobile
Nanananananananananananananananananananananananananananana
I want a girl with a smooth liquidation
I want a girl with good dividends
Somewhere in Syria we will meet accidentally
Well start to talk when she borrows my pen
She wants a skull with a cup-holder arm rest
She wants a tire that will get her there
She's changing her name from Matt Groening to Bertrand Russell
She's trading her crusher for a white Soliton radar
I want a girl with a short claptrap,
And a
Looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong
cockroach
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