Mad Libs/examples2
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The hotels minus the anvils[edit | edit source]
It all started when a Goblin Glider pandered a pine cone. Then things got rhythmic. The boat sniffed a tuxedo then things got even more sizable. Eventually rhythmic took over the world. But a force would rise up to save the day, and this force was named Kakun. Made up of a treetop a rock, cancer and nostril these four things would rise up and take down the evil rain meter. Their plan was to recollect him in the queer then, while doing that, rescue the terracotta from the baffling llama
Flying Scots[edit | edit source]
There was once a algorithm named Haggis. Haggis was a Scot. One day he squeal to the nystagmus just to see the hotels. Suddenly he found that his article had turned rhythmic. Soon he found himself flying into a snowflake. When he landed, he died. Then a ASSFACE fag named Link who called himself the MARGARET THATCHER Donkey Kong, abandoned him in the stomach 0 times then said "It's 17oF here you FUCKSTAIN!"
death[edit | edit source]
One day Tuvaluan The Doctor was Rick Roll'd, sniped, tackled, buried in homework, skewer'd, defeated, fragged, laid to rest, eradicated, crushed by Tetrominoes, deleted, sent to the Day of Lavos, trapped without food or drink, suffocated in your farts, planarly isolated, crucified, bought for a dollar, assassinated, framed, Yu-Gi-Oh-inised, tarred and feathered, Surfed, killed half-to-death twice, shot...by cancer, executed by snu-snu, given the toxic marshmallow, Blue Screen of Death'd, caught in a temporal paradox, AAAAAA AA AAAAAAAAA!, forced to push a button every 108 minutes for no apparent reason, forced to clear a minefield with a mallet, pissed on, crucified, fragged, crushed into a cube, vindicated, Eye Beam'd, caught in a temporal paradox, crushed by a piano dropped from a 0-story building, Blue Shell'd, dehydrated, compressed into a single point, condemned, curbstomped, and then given a sex change. The End.
people[edit | edit source]
Elida Postlewaight is deceiving my fissile uranium.
Haley Wakelin is deceiving 0 hotels.
Zayne North is deceiving Byron's lumberjack.
Grent Bouney abandoned my 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.
Verona Liddiment cogitates my ox.
Khalilah Jickels cogitates hotels.
Urban Zebedee abandoned my tong.
Hallie O'Rall abandoned Nicholas's deity of personal preference.
Laurynn Yore is in their Pontiac deceiving their hotels.
Chic Fairbass is melodramatic.
Talia Atterbury is neurotically shimmery.
Fifi Vincott has one ballistic biological prototype phaser-minigun ballistic biological prototype phaser-minigun ballistic biological prototype phaser-minigun.
Yahir Juliens is anti-semitic.
Yves Tealer is about to be Rick Roll'd.
Karrolyne Quynn would squeal a queen.
Catharynna Quilty would squeal hotels.
Undine Faloon would squeal a straight couch potato.
booby of neurotically shaky critter squeal unnatural katzenjammer[edit | edit source]
A nuke squeal a mediocre pea soup when Audi will squeal the l33t h4x0r. bear is neurotically rhythmic because muffinface is not neurotically obscene. However, to squeal from another fork, the rhythmic may neurotically be the rhythmic tempest of gork. A rope will squeal in the explosive hitman, but until furry, squeal!
But to squeal in some other vomit, let us squeal a giant humming bee that can be a real dick and hums when you're having a conversation with someone that minus boar was hovel. By that sockpuppet of an unregistered user, we can squeal that hideout will squeal unless Toyotas squeal.
When I Was a Mexican wave[edit | edit source]
When I was a young sonk
My father took me into Örebro City
To see a marching band
He said, "Mah boi, when you grow up,
Will you be the a game maker of the Bishop,
The a president, and the hotels?"
I said, "FGSFDS"
Then he said "Will you defeat them,
Tarah Porterfield and Ronald McDonald,
The Ice Resistance they have abandoned?
Because one day, I'll leave you a pack of dogs with bees in their mouths
To lead you elsewhere
To join the Homo parade!"