Mad Libs/examples2

morbid gun/nostalgia0

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The books from the ropes

It all started when a electric toothbrush lolled a Chuck Norris impersonator. Then things got morbid. The iPod deliberated a fistula then things got even more melodramatic. Eventually morbid took over the world. But a force would rise up to save the day, and this force was named Nelson Mandela. Made up of a hailstone a jungle, whip and pool ball these four things would rise up and take down the evil liquid goo. Their plan was to envision him in the codswallop then, while doing that, rescue the rake from the ambiguous diet coke

Flying Scots

There was once a slightly-below-average man named Haggis. Haggis was a Scot. One day he roll to the cartridge just to see the books. Suddenly he found that his peacock had turned morbid. Soon he found himself flying into a treetop. When he landed, he died. Then a FUCK A DUCK fag named Barbara Walters who called himself the POMMIE Jennifer Lopez, owned him in the hair 0 times then said "It's 86^oF here you HONKY!"

death

One day Persian Oprah Winfrey was killed in the sixth book, h4xx0rd, petrified, drawn and quartered, infected with a computer virus, huffed, curbstomped, dehydrated, hung, drawn and quartered by Grues, hung, drawn and quartered by Grues, and sliced by a falling icicle!, disenchanted, Bob-omb'd, planarly isolated, turned into a newt (with no hope of getting better), hit by a wrecking ball, SHOT, given the toxic marshmallow, imploded, sent to Pluto, pwnt to death, eaten by a wallmaster, written into a follow-up article to Cancer porn and Zombie Bukkake, slow-cooked in 100-degree weather, raped and killed, exterminated, Rick Roll'd, banned from the internet, caught in a landslide, Surfed, hit for 6, told to sit in the corner of a round room, timeshifted to Sept. 31, farted on for 0 centuries, thwomped, splattered all over the windshield, lightsaber'd, End Task'd, totally freakin' pwn'd, forced to clear a minefield with a mallet, zapped by infrared radiation, gutted, torn apart, BALEETED, beef jerkified, torch'd, and then pwnt. The End.

people

Nicolette Tannian is optimizing my etch-a-sketch.

Phemia Freyne is optimizing 0 books.

Violet O'Kett is optimizing Muriel's elf.

Xanther Zorkin owned my period.

Sheryll Wattney shoots my guitar.

Larita Nally shoots books.

Eddey Adney owned my Soliton radar.

Welsh Zouche owned Noemi's booby.

Lorendalynne Larkan is in their t-shirt optimizing their books.

Jif Regington is boring.

Whitley O'Tehan is pleasantly joyful.

Etta Vooght has one flaming overpowered double-ultra super megalaser-gun flaming overpowered double-ultra super megalaser-gun flaming overpowered double-ultra super megalaser-gun.

Cuthbert Wheelton is asexual.

Alishia Jury is about to be killed in the sixth book.

Uranus Jelly should roll a monorail.

Oriel Trollop should roll books.

Maribeth Dorothy should roll a flaccid rucksack.

raid of pleasantly eerie attack page roll retarded antibacterial

A fritter roll a wet Hyundai when muff will roll the MIDI controller. cream-filled donut is pleasantly morbid because comma is not pleasantly uninviting. However, to roll from another extension cord, the morbid may pleasantly be the morbid hallway of Chevrolet. A ribaldry will roll in the belittling Wii, but until option, roll!

But to roll in some other pumpkin, let us roll a t-shirt that from boardwalk was iPod. By that kitten, we can roll that Hyundai will roll unless graffitis roll.

When I Was a PINGA

When I was a young vortex

My father took me into Nybro City

To see a marching band

He said, "Mah boi, when you grow up,

Will you be the a chess player of the Shaman,

The a stripper, and the books?"

I said, "1227!!"

Then he said "Will you defeat them,

Yana Reinard and Bill Gates,

The Bitrate they have owned?

Because one day, I'll leave you an Ohmu

To lead you at Arlington National Cemetery

To join the Cock parade!"

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