Mad Libs/examples2
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The lawn mowers concerning the reindeer[edit | edit source]
It all started when a can opener absorbed a leash. Then things got folksy. The bunny ate a baby then things got even more yellow. Eventually folksy took over the world. But a force would rise up to save the day, and this force was named Rolf Harris. Made up of a mountain a gork, freedom fighter and encyclopedia these four things would rise up and take down the evil death plane. Their plan was to pwnify him in the curry then, while doing that, rescue the question mark from the pugnacious philosopher
Flying Scots[edit | edit source]
There was once a mouth named Haggis. Haggis was a Scot. One day he prove to the bachelor just to see the lawn mowers. Suddenly he found that his crusher had turned folksy. Soon he found himself flying into a glycerin. When he landed, he died. Then a SHITE fag named Hillary Clinton who called himself the NINE-AND-A-HALF INCHES Darth Tater, ate him in the scrotum 0 times then said "It's 32oC here you FUCK!"
death[edit | edit source]
One day Canadian DaniPine3 was Candy Crushed ™, Surfed, screwed, nuked, deported, extinguished, dropped down an empty elevator shaft, set to hang with Saddam Hussein, ZEEKY BOOGY DOOG'd, vomited up by a grue, then eaten again, cancelled, forced to push a button every 108 minutes for no apparent reason, crushed by [candy], compressed into a single point, transfigured, WOODBURNINATED , found out, condemned, banned from the internet, death trapped by JigSaw, trapped without food or drink, crushed by [candy], touched by Michael Jackson, erased, infected with a computer virus, timeshifted to Sept. 31, Rick Roll'd, removed from the game, Blue Shell'd, downvoted, ambushed by 0 n00bs, shot...by cancer, Blue Screen of Death'd, buried in homework, pwnt to death, caught in a temporal paradox, dehydrated, executed by snu-snu, vindicated, feasted on Thanksgiving, feasted on Thanksgiving, caught in a tidal wave, Yu-Gi-Oh-inised, killed in the sixth book, and then eradicated. The End.
people[edit | edit source]
Uma Painter is blessing my mop.
Jae Grimstead is blessing 0 lawn mowers.
Madaline Utley is blessing Jillan's gyroscope.
Quinten Victory ate my death.
Oberon Queelty cogitates my lemon.
Victoria Irene Hilly cogitates lawn mowers.
Frannie Winscombe ate my exhaust pipe.
Quelton Elwin ate Jackie Michelle's lighting.
Foster Runwell is in their Kremling blessing their lawn mowers.
Cointon Glasgow is eerie.
Orien Charlcott is raucously defenestratable.
Ernestine Hewitt has one radioactive rough laser-minigun radioactive rough laser-minigun radioactive rough laser-minigun.
Daeg Henstock is a racist.
Welle Mulkeen is about to be Candy Crushed ™.
Phillie Ludden shall prove a bluejay.
Noble Yarham shall prove lawn mowers.
Ike Thackeray shall prove a transparent diesel engine.
corset of raucously raging rifle prove putrefying diet pill[edit | edit source]
A macaroon prove a mysterious cartoon when riverbank will prove the stormcloud. harpsichord is raucously folksy because igneous protrusion is not raucously contented. However, to prove from another gelato, the folksy may raucously be the folksy zygote of oven. A administrator will prove in the furry neurotoxin, but until macaroon, prove!
But to prove in some other bestiality, let us prove a anvil that concerning LSD was racket. By that cream-filled donut, we can prove that Pontiac will prove unless staplers prove.
When I Was a flatulence[edit | edit source]
When I was a young gork
My father took me into Arboga City
To see a marching band
He said, "Mah boi, when you grow up,
Will you be the a game maker of the White Witch,
The a judge, and the lawn mowers?"
I said, "furfag."
Then he said "Will you defeat them,
Vince Nethingham and Edgar Allan Poe,
The Sexiness they have ate?
Because one day, I'll leave you a Hassat
To lead you behind you
To join the Goddamn parade!"