Mad Libs/examples
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Sample Story[edit]
Surgeon General's warning: may cause headaches in small animals.
One crusher aboard McDonald's[edit]
by Bob Barker
At the end of the day, the adjective shall not jiggle the chisel. One lipmusic outside a stapler baptized a tank amongst the classified documents. In any case, the cadavers assassinated coarsely.
While within Somewhere, Natalie Portman had agreed it and said sadistically, "Stop the presses, I will glug the sacrifice. In other words, peacefully I may."
To come to the point while shoddily shiny, Michael Jackson near Britland had given the severely joyful lithium. First and foremost and habitually, The Glorious Land of the Great Underground Empire had uncaringly feasted the white boys
Story 2[edit]
This Is What Happens When 80 boats defenestrate into a paper That Is About To Be sworded[edit]
Nine times out of ten, excluding. "What!" Said Madonna. Rupert Murdoch Sreamed "You added a hybrid engine antidisestablishmentarianist!". "Yeah" replied Abraham Lincoln, "At Gibeon". Then Hugh Hefner deliberated Khan Noonien Singh's Volkswagen. Simon Cowell said "I'll get some cream pie. And Jennifer Lopez Can frantically tear and throw cats at stupid old Stewie Griffin. Then Edgar Allan Poe Screamed "AAA! A a hyperintelligent shade of the color blue!". Whatever That Thing Was, It baked Carlos Mencia's beard and brains. "Oh Man!" Said Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo, "It's 250,000°F Out Here!". Then Stewie Griffin was attacked by Joe Walsh with a shotgun, while Jerry Fallwell got SHOT. Sal Fasano suddenly Jumped through a scroll that was minuscule and relentlessly reduced. Michael Jackson Said " My Favorite Color is cyan!". "There's Nothing like burger!" said This Guy. Jerry Fallwell interrupted "-Expletive Deleted-, Get crystallizeing silly neurotoxins! Johann Sebastian Bach, you're a kitten! And Barack Obama You're a a pack of wild Pikachus!". Then Dr. Phil woke up and thought it was all a dream when he was eaten by a grue. So The Big aerodynamics owned Chuck Norris's knees. It was sensual. "Help!" said Bill Clinton as he stupidly litigated regarding a homotopy. Before anyone could neuter, Anonymousia de Bergerac-Fleur fornicateed, grabbed a longsword and said suitably, "lol u suk," Before being quantifyed by a kitten that shoots fire from its eyes
To Be Continued... Please Add
Variant of "Short Skirt, Long Jacket" by Cake[edit]
I want a girl with a hub cap like a lubricant
I want a girl who knows what's best
I want a girl with shoes that incinerate
And clones that crankle like politicians
I want a girl with the right organs
Whos fast, and thorough, and furry as a tack
She's playing with her jewelry, she's putting up her hair
She's touring the tires, and picking up slack
I want a girl with a short ripple,
And a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong equestrian
I want a girl who gets up brazenly
I want a girl who stays up exuberantly
I want a girl with bare prosperity
Who uses a cat to cut through orange crania
With airplanes that shine like mailboxes
And a voice that is nail-biting like rude glass
She is fast, thorough, and obscure as a tack
She's touring the violi, and picking up slack
I want a girl with a short copyist,
And a long, long garbage bin
Nanananananananananananananananananananananananananananana
I want a girl with a smooth liquidation
I want a girl with good dividends
Somewhere in Austria-Hungary we will meet accidentally
Well start to talk when she borrows my pen
She wants an operating system with a cup-holder arm rest
She wants an etching that will get her there
She's changing her name from Tom Osborne to Peyton Manning
She's trading her bimbo for a white paper
I want a girl with a short raccoon,
And a
Looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong
stool sample
Bohemian Rhapsody (Mad Lib remix)[edit]
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