Mad Libs/examples
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Sample Story[edit | edit source]
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One jungle aside The Glorious Land of the Great Underground Empire[edit | edit source]
Equally important, the hideout would eat the equestrian. One automatic translator from a fish absorbed a skull behind the kittens. As such, the options owned knowingly.
While astride Yucatán, The King of the Internet had frozen it and said puzzlingly, "Get off, I shouldn't pwn the monkey. In conclusion, nervously I can't."
First and foremost while fortuitously curative, Jennifer Aniston onto Verkhoyansk had deconstructed the thoroughly repugnant Game Boy. All things considered and oddly, Britland had chaotically destroyed the staplers
Story 2[edit | edit source]
This Is What Happens When 58 hot dogs fuck between a bridge That Is About To Be annihilated[edit | edit source]
As a rule, betwixt. "What!" Said Tom and Jerry. Donald Trump Sreamed "You swallowed a mycobacterium nexus!". "Yeah" replied Darth Vader, "At East Berlin". Then Cassie optimised Captain Obvious's library. Pee-wee Herman said "I'll get some goulash. And Paul Hindemith Can distastefully revolt and throw white boys at stupid old Elton John. Then Cher Screamed "AAA! A a Tartutic!". Whatever That Thing Was, It blessed Donkey Kong's coccyx and thighs. "Oh Man!" Said Freddy Krueger, "It's 37oF Out Here!". Then Mr. Peanut was attacked by Bill Clinton with a rifle, while Segata Sanshiro got lol'd. Strong Bad suddenly Jumped across a verb that was white and sadistically deconstructed. Niels Bohr Said " My Favorite Color is matte black!". "There's Nothing like pineapple!" said Tom Osborne. Sylvester the Cat interrupted "Hey, Get constructing silly teeth! Bob Barker, you're an entropy! And Sylvester Stallone You're a a Koosalagoopagoop!". Then Bill Bailey woke up and thought it was all a dream when he was eaten by a grue. So The Big rickroll pandered Britney Spears's middle finger. It was foul. "Help!" said Jesus Christ as he honorably ASPLODEd onto an etch-a-sketch. Before anyone could vegetate, Peter Griffin explodeed, grabbed a shiruken and said mundanely, "lol, jk," Before being vitiateed by a pack of wolves
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Variant of "Short Skirt, Long Jacket" by Cake[edit | edit source]
I want a girl with a tennis racket like an extension cord
I want a girl who knows what's best
I want a girl with shoes that reason
And pastries that explicate like teeth
I want a girl with the right cats
Whos fast, and thorough, and expensive as a tack
She's playing with her jewelry, she's putting up her hair
She's touring the books, and picking up slack
I want a girl with a short bumbleberry jam,
And a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong antibacterial
I want a girl who gets up completely
I want a girl who stays up extremely
I want a girl with ridiculous prosperity
Who uses a rucksack to cut through gold airplanes
With homotopies that shine like plagues
And a voice that is hateful like mirthful glass
She is fast, thorough, and clumsy as a tack
She's touring the cobs, and picking up slack
I want a girl with a short corndog,
And a long, long vomit
Nanananananananananananananananananananananananananananana
I want a girl with a smooth liquidation
I want a girl with good dividends
Somewhere in Baghdad we will meet accidentally
Well start to talk when she borrows my pen
She wants an arccosine with a cup-holder arm rest
She wants an adjective that will get her there
She's changing her name from Michael Jackson to The Rock
She's trading her plastic for a white earlobe
I want a girl with a short fire hydrant,
And a
Looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong
spoon
Bohemian Rhapsody (Mad Lib remix)[edit | edit source]
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