Mad Libs/examples
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Sample Story[edit]
Surgeon General's warning: may cause headaches in small animals.
One pizzle via Gotham[edit]
In general, the scroll won't activate the tong. One rollerblade till tofu recollected a homotopy amidst the mice. For instance, the rocks swallowed disturbingly.
While times Ohio, Natalie Portman had constructed it and said habitually, "Damn, I could anglicanise the escape pod. Anyway, neurotically I wouldn't."
As a rule while offensively pointless, Jesus Christ inside Africaland had matured the relentlessly beloved crab cake. To sum up and nervously, Gibeon had unsympathetically proved the sticks
Story 2[edit]
This Is What Happens When 13,131,313,131,313,131,313,131,313 diet pills envision aboard a broom That Is About To Be condemned[edit]
By Oliver Twist
Especially, since. "What!" Said Conan. Paris Hilton Sreamed "You swallowed a toaster calculator!". "Yeah" replied Colin Powell, "At Western State of Cree". Then Donald Trump litigated George W. Bush's rollerblade. Tom and Jerry said "I'll get some chocolate cake. And Thomas Edison Can heartlessly fumble and throw cadavers at stupid old Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Then Britney Spears Screamed "AAA! A a Slithzerikai!". Whatever That Thing Was, It expelled Ronald McDonald's gallbladder and anuses. "Oh Man!" Said Rupert Murdoch, "It's 333°C Out Here!". Then Stephen Colbert was attacked by Bill Bailey with a needle, while Colin Powell got hit by a wrecking ball. Madonna suddenly Jumped than a hub cap that was peculiar and shoddily lathered. Oprah Winfrey Said " My Favorite Color is yucky-looking gooey yellow with a touch of slimy green!". "There's Nothing like french fry!" said Bill Bennett. Pervez Musharraf interrupted "Furgle, Get legislateing silly lubricants! Sylvester Stallone, you're a diode! And Bill Bennett You're a a Soviet propagandist!". Then Brian Peppers woke up and thought it was all a dream when he was eaten by a grue. So The Big cartridge navigated Cloud Strife's belly button. It was purple. "Help!" said Paris Hilton as he eloquently bamboozled across a reindeer. Before anyone could urinate, Peyton Manning complemented, grabbed a longsword and said lackadaisically, "lol," Before being crankleed by a collective of nouns
To Be Continued... Please Add
Variant of "Short Skirt, Long Jacket" by Cake[edit]
I want a girl with a centrifuge like lithium
I want a girl who knows what's best
I want a girl with shoes that deconstruct
And staplers that acidify like beach balls
I want a girl with the right rocks
Whos fast, and thorough, and unbalanced as a tack
She's playing with her jewelry, she's putting up her hair
She's touring the bathtubs, and picking up slack
I want a girl with a short brisket,
And a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong steak dinner
I want a girl who gets up often
I want a girl who stays up nonchalantly
I want a girl with melodramatic prosperity
Who uses a cat to cut through maroon jellybeans
With encyclopediae that shine like cadavers
And a voice that is boorish like on the ball glass
She is fast, thorough, and erect as a tack
She's touring the rocks, and picking up slack
I want a girl with a short vortex,
And a long, long centrifuge
Nanananananananananananananananananananananananananananana
I want a girl with a smooth liquidation
I want a girl with good dividends
Somewhere in Toronto we will meet accidentally
Well start to talk when she borrows my pen
She wants a gas tank with a cup-holder arm rest
She wants an igneous protrusion that will get her there
She's changing her name from Michael Moore to Joe Walsh
She's trading her Xbox for a white beach ball
I want a girl with a short furnace,
And a
Looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong
toothpick
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