Mad Libs/examples
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Sample Story[edit]
Surgeon General's warning: may cause headaches in small animals.
One sacrifice worth Hong Kong[edit]
by Sean Connery
In contrast to this, the sarcophagus shall defenestrate the guitar. One operating system past a virus pwned a computer within the nunchucks. As you might expect, the jellybeans piloted stupidly.
While toward Stalingrad, Ringo Starr had written it and said peacefully, "When all is said and done, I wouldn't seizure the magma. Then again, exuberantly I can."
In any case while brutally dismal, Samus Aran aboard Unnecessary Surgery Land had deterred the peevishly sumptuous neverland. Eventually and poorly, Moab had occasionally deceived the homologies
Story 2[edit]
This Is What Happens When 21 scrolls push before a mammary gland That Is About To Be electrocuted by infinityplex Grues[edit]
As such, underneath. "What!" Said Oscar Meyer. Jon Stewart Sreamed "You ablated a rifle queer!". "Yeah" replied Roger Clemens, "At the North Pole". Then Vin Diesel deterred Jesus's council of national reconstruction. Elton John said "I'll get some lasagna. And Ringo Starr Can pleasantly clapperclaw and throw cobs at stupid old Wario. Then Albert Einstein Screamed "AAA! A that thing in the back of the fridge that you thought was leftover meatloaf!". Whatever That Thing Was, It vomited Michael Jordan's skull and elbows. "Oh Man!" Said Elvis Presley, "It's 3,797,841°F Out Here!". Then Albert Einstein was attacked by Thomas Edison with a Nuns, while Shaquille O'Neal got yoinked. Jessica Alba suddenly Jumped till an igneous protrusion that was mirthful and quickly sanctified. Darth Vader Said " My Favorite Color is Testcard!". "There's Nothing like dumpling!" said Sean Connery. Queen Elizabeth I interrupted "Now, now, Get rewarding silly rocks! Amy Rose, you're a cockroach! And Kermit the Frog You're a a Riptoc!". Then Sterling Morton woke up and thought it was all a dream when he was eaten by a grue. So The Big salad fork expelled Fatty Arbuckle's legs. It was fake. "Help!" said Kyle Broflovski as he brutally reduced between a centrifuge. Before anyone could clapperclaw, Colin Powell affiliateed, grabbed a shiv and said verbosely, "lol wut," Before being vetoed by the muffin man
To Be Continued... Please Add
Variant of "Short Skirt, Long Jacket" by Cake[edit]
I want a girl with a gas tank like a jellybean
I want a girl who knows what's best
I want a girl with shoes that murder
And toasters that program like houseplants
I want a girl with the right brooms
Whos fast, and thorough, and cosmic as a tack
She's playing with her jewelry, she's putting up her hair
She's touring the tanks, and picking up slack
I want a girl with a short foible,
And a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong chiffon
I want a girl who gets up often
I want a girl who stays up chaotically
I want a girl with lifeless prosperity
Who uses a book to cut through red air conditioners
With white boys that shine like classified documents
And a voice that is cheery like rapturous glass
She is fast, thorough, and unbalanced as a tack
She's touring the tanks, and picking up slack
I want a girl with a short stapler,
And a long, long etch-a-sketch
Nanananananananananananananananananananananananananananana
I want a girl with a smooth liquidation
I want a girl with good dividends
Somewhere in Blackfoot Empire we will meet accidentally
Well start to talk when she borrows my pen
She wants a cow with a cup-holder arm rest
She wants a cadaver that will get her there
She's changing her name from Dr. Robotnik to Megatron
She's trading her peach for a white contradiction
I want a girl with a short factoid,
And a
Looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong
kitten pot pie
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