Mad Libs/examples2
The hybrid engines times the virii[edit]
It all started when a treehouse wrote a apples. Then things got trusty. The bathtub destroyed a Rick James then things got even more shimmery. Eventually trusty took over the world. But a force would rise up to save the day, and this force was named Benedict Arnold. Made up of a buddy a insanity, beach ball and earlobe these four things would rise up and take down the evil encyclopedia. Their plan was to adhere him in the thumbtack then, while doing that, rescue the plastic from the nail-biting guitar
Flying Scots[edit]
There was once a hose named Haggis. Haggis was a Scot. One day he curate to the copyist just to see the hybrid engines. Suddenly he found that his lentil soup had turned trusty. Soon he found himself flying into a guru. When he landed, he died. Then a BASTARD fag named Elton John who called himself the PENISFUCK Scooter Libby, sanctified him in the liver 998,001 times then said "It's -1°F here you AUTOFELLATIO!"
death[edit]
One day Canadian Mario was erased, Zidane'd, crushed by a piano dropped from a 2.718-story building, put in the dishwasher, hit by a wrecking ball, curbstomped, caught in a temporal paradox, sold for scrap metal, put in the dryer, tarred and feathered, vandalized, deleted, caught by an ant-lion, yoinked, given the toxic marshmallow, painted black, overthrown, hit by a car, hit by a Care Bear Stare, moved to the bottom of the food chain, derailed, totally freakin' pwn'd, dipped in acid, fired by your boss, QVFD'd, eradicated, made into a strange Internet fad, forced to push a button every 108 minutes for no apparent reason, Blue Shell'd, votekicked, voted off the island, disintegrated, banned for 24 days, Fucking Killed™, Blue Shell'd, eliminated, caught in a temporal paradox, infiniban'd, buried alive, fragged, overthrown, touched with a ten-foot pole, given drain bamage, Aeroblasted, and then finished. The End.
people[edit]
Jammie Illsley is meditating my queer.
Zackes Shovelin is meditating 60 hybrid engines.
Victoria Quittington is meditating Poll's marshmallow.
Ivonne Jarney sanctified my mountain.
Elly Peatfield h4x0rz my kitten pot pie.
Trix Upjohn h4x0rz hybrid engines.
Lumintanya Sidwell sanctified my sea bass.
Orla Didcott sanctified Holly Marie's pastry.
Gib Breasley is in their mouse meditating their hybrid engines.
Vickey Dow is artificial.
Unity Rehill is frantically flammable.
Gilmore Ilmington has one armour-piercing shiny blaster that shoots shortbows armour-piercing shiny blaster that shoots shortbows armour-piercing shiny blaster that shoots shortbows.
Padget Yapp is gay.
Oralia Uprichard is about to be erased.
Dyke Quinn couldn't curate a bat.
Geralyn Veasey couldn't curate hybrid engines.
Quintilian Jardine couldn't curate a furry hybrid engine.
fluorescent light of frantically tacky plastic curate fat microcosm[edit]
A boat curate a mediocre Volvo when bank robbery will curate the glycerin. rifle is frantically trusty because sheep is not frantically unreliable. However, to curate from another zygote, the trusty may frantically be the trusty mountain of ballroom. A road will curate in the uptight beans, but until impetus, curate!
But to curate in some other bistro, let us curate a tank that times devaporiser was lint. By that ax murderer, we can curate that egg will curate unless buffalos curate.
When I Was a lunch[edit]
When I was a young sacrifice
My father took me into Karlstad City
To see a marching band
He said, "Mah boi, when you grow up,
Will you be the booby cleaner of the Angel,
The urologist, and the hybrid engines?"
I said, "wtf sp4wn c4mp1n nub"
Then he said "Will you defeat them,
Quentin Nycolson and Nancy Pelosi,
The Wit they have sanctified?
Because one day, I'll leave you a Pysk
To lead you in Heaven
To join the Faggot parade!"
Pokemon[edit]
Go! Skiploom!
Ho-oh, I choose you!