Mad Libs/examples
- See also: Mad Libs
Sample Story[edit]
Surgeon General's warning: may cause headaches in small animals.
One turkey sandwich at Unamerica[edit]
After some time, the hideout won't golf the pen. One fealty than an electron ate a pastry excluding the hotels. In any case, the tuxedoes employed gently.
While till Verkhoyansk, Stephen Hawking had agreed it and said shyly, "Break a leg, I will sanctify the mouth. Anyway, oddly I shouldn't."
In most cases while ruthlessly melodramatic, Kermit the Frog like Gibeon had cured the endlessly coruscating helm. At long last and brazenly, Saudi Arabia had fretfully rioted the balloons
Story 2[edit]
This Is What Happens When 60 kittens ASPLODE toward a tuxedo That Is About To Be huffed[edit]
To sum up, besides. "What!" Said Jerry Fallwell. Samus Aran Sreamed "You modeled a broom lunch!". "Yeah" replied Rob Liefeld, "At Yoshi's Island". Then Tony Soprano lathered Rolf Harris's question mark. Johann Sebastian Bach said "I'll get some cream pie. And Albert Einstein Can (in a good way) defenestrate and throw nunchucks at stupid old Darth Vader. Then Sal Fasano Screamed "AAA! A an Assassin vine!". Whatever That Thing Was, It lathered Jim Carrey's Dunmer (because everyone loves and worships her.) and arms. "Oh Man!" Said Walt Disney, "It's 709871523°F Out Here!". Then Mr. Freeze was attacked by Donkey Kong with a Vagina Rifle, while Elvis Presley got erased. Wario suddenly Jumped around a hot dog that was emaciated and frantically recollected. Mr. Freeze Said " My Favorite Color is clear!". "There's Nothing like burrito!" said Lord Voldemort. Jesus Christ interrupted "Come again, Get vetoing silly cows! Cher, you're a sacrifice! And The Rock You're a a Ronso!". Then Vin Diesel woke up and thought it was all a dream when he was eaten by a grue. So The Big imitation fake vomit employed Colin Powell's heads. It was sexy. "Help!" said Donald Trump as he timidly assassinated minus a home theater system. Before anyone could taste, Oscar Meyer selled, grabbed a broadsword and said brutally, "lk wtf u d1rty h4xor," Before being cureed by a Hobbit
To Be Continued... Please Add
Variant of "Short Skirt, Long Jacket" by Cake[edit]
I want a girl with a limited edition, gold plated, autographed rabbi like a blow-up doll
I want a girl who knows what's best
I want a girl with shoes that explicate
And beach balls that putrefy like nunchucks
I want a girl with the right Euroipods
Whos fast, and thorough, and tense as a tack
She's playing with her jewelry, she's putting up her hair
She's touring the boats, and picking up slack
I want a girl with a short death,
And a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong ovary
I want a girl who gets up melodramatically
I want a girl who stays up brutally
I want a girl with homely prosperity
Who uses a sacrifice to cut through banana encyclopediae
With cakes that shine like magmas
And a voice that is hopeless like loyal glass
She is fast, thorough, and pyrrhic as a tack
She's touring the diesel engines, and picking up slack
I want a girl with a short Suzuki,
And a long, long hadron
Nanananananananananananananananananananananananananananana
I want a girl with a smooth liquidation
I want a girl with good dividends
Somewhere in Beverly Hills we will meet accidentally
Well start to talk when she borrows my pen
She wants a hub cap with a cup-holder arm rest
She wants an airplane that will get her there
She's changing her name from Oscar Meyer to Mr. Freeze
She's trading her waterfall for a white flatulence
I want a girl with a short liquidation,
And a
Looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong
anything
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