Mad Libs/examples2
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The hybrid engines amidst the brooms[edit | edit source]
It all started when a oddball rewarded a Hitler. Then things got alarming. The truffle sanctified a high-powered laser rifle then things got even more dismal. Eventually alarming took over the world. But a force would rise up to save the day, and this force was named Sonic the Hedgehog. Made up of a prostitute a ban, pantleg and cuddly toy these four things would rise up and take down the evil deity of personal preference. Their plan was to crystallize him in the glass orb then, while doing that, rescue the helm from the alarming tomato
Flying Scots[edit | edit source]
There was once a speaker named Haggis. Haggis was a Scot. One day he squeal to the random string of utility muffin research kitchens and cheeseburgers with a large fries and a coke, plus a kids meal spawned by salad forks ablating US Navy aircraft carrier super hornets just to see the hybrid engines. Suddenly he found that his swimming pool had turned alarming. Soon he found himself flying into a pie. When he landed, he died. Then a FLYING RAT'S ASS fag named Hulk Hogan who called himself the CLUSTERFUCK Khan Noonien Singh, discombobulated him in the Dunmer (because everyone loves and worships her.) 0 times then said "It's 81oF here you ASSHAT!"
death[edit | edit source]
One day Laotian Angelina Jolie was written into a follow-up article to Cancer porn and Zombie Bukkake, extinguished, pissed on, sworded, checkmated, crushed by Tetrominoes, raped and killed, feasted on Thanksgiving, bombed, exiled to Encyclopedia Dramatica, buried alive, condemned, laid to rest, touched with a ten-foot pole, regurgitated, made into a strange Internet fad, tried as a witch, WOODBURNINATED , AAAAAA AA AAAAAAAAA!, raped and killed, outwitted, outlasted, and outplayed, ASPLODE'd, splattered all over the windshield, catapulted away, hung, drawn and quartered by Grues, hung, drawn and quartered by Grues, ASPLODE'd, QVFD'd, banned for 24 days, swallowed by Kirby, votekicked, turned into a brony, vindicated, totally freakin' pwn'd, told to sit in the corner of a round room, Surfed, forced to eat shit, cancelled, death trapped by JigSaw, hit for 6, terminated, derailed, sworded, kicked to the curb, and then eviscerated. The End.
people[edit | edit source]
Emmaline Ette is employing my osmosis.
Andria MacElhair is employing 0 hybrid engines.
Xander Enscombe is employing Norma Rae's ampere.
Vance Quearney discombobulated my rifle.
Uma Umfraville pwns my candlestick.
Verity Bigny pwns hybrid engines.
Frank John Darrowell discombobulated my space.
Clunie McNee discombobulated Oribell's Evil Illuminati Adolf Hitler Clone Society.
Franciny Anwell is in their ox employing their hybrid engines.
Caylah Itchington is furry.
Farlay Wordingham is pleasantly ambiguous.
Margeret Verling has one useless armour-piercing extra-large ion-dart gun useless armour-piercing extra-large ion-dart gun useless armour-piercing extra-large ion-dart gun.
Briggan Quinney is a paedophile.
Werner Lendrum is about to be written into a follow-up article to Cancer porn and Zombie Bukkake.
Isis Jickling shouldn't squeal a riverbank.
Ulysses Devery shouldn't squeal hybrid engines.
Joy Maree Usher shouldn't squeal a sheer huffed kitten.
custard of pleasantly intransigent Weltschmerz squeal Nobel prize-winning homotopy[edit | edit source]
A question mark squeal a boring pile of crap when lubricant will squeal the lasagna. okra is pleasantly alarming because Subaru is not pleasantly moribund. However, to squeal from another brick, the alarming may pleasantly be the alarming arcsine of extension cord. A hybrid engine will squeal in the puzzling pear, but until rainbow, squeal!
But to squeal in some other muffin, let us squeal a ape that amidst Evil Illuminati Adolf Hitler Clone Society was DVD. By that warning template, we can squeal that spork will squeal unless ripples squeal.
When I Was a Weltschmerz[edit | edit source]
When I was a young antibody
My father took me into Mora City
To see a marching band
He said, "Mah boi, when you grow up,
Will you be the a doctor of the Shaman,
The a coach, and the hybrid engines?"
I said, "lol, jk"
Then he said "Will you defeat them,
Hillery Vores and Avril Lavigne,
The Lightning Resistance they have discombobulated?
Because one day, I'll leave you a shipful of metroids
To lead you in Hell
To join the Pussy parade!"