mad libs 8D
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tirsdenhttp://www.rinkworks.com/crazylibs/ <-- Using this site. The results are buggy (it tends to repeat a sentence and break code until the sentence rights itself again) but here's a couple of amusing results:
(red text = my words)
Super Hero
Little did the dastardly villain Sporty Foot know when he stole my spider that he'd picked on the wrong stefan. For although my palid exterior might have you believe I'm an ordinary sort of stefan, I am in fact that guidance of justice, the necromantic crusader for deliverance, Artichoke Riddick!
Quickly, I charged into a white picket fence and changed into my black g-strings, orange socks, and my adverse puke green brassiere. Thus disguised, I baked after Sporty Foot and galloped him in the penis! We fought, and we ordered; we ordered, and we fought. First I had the upper hand, and then he radioed me and gained an advantage. But then I grabbed a nearby hamstring and speared him through the earlobe. Victory was mine!
Make Believe
Hi! My name is Richard, and I'm age 6! Yesterday I had a lot of fun with my friends and lovers, so if you listen up and be very very bubbly, I will tell you the story.
So, once upon a time, I said to my student, Mr. Ladder, "Let's have a picnic!" and Mr. Ladder said, "OK!" So we got all of our next door neighbors together and went to riddick's house, and there were lots of rainbows and enchiladas and suns and cute little ornery matrices masticulating about. "We sure are unbelieving to have a picnic!" I said to Mr. Ladder, and Mr. Ladder said, "Yes."
We had a lot of food. We had orange salad sandwiches and pineapples and iced steaks, and for dessert we had nine frog legs each! Mr. Ladder tried to eat the enchiladas, but I said, "No! Bad Mr. Ladder!" and Mr. Ladder was angry and apologized, because he learned his lesson.
Each one of us had brought a pet. I brought my cute little bovine, which is fuschia and the grungiest of all the pets in the world. Mr. Ladder brought his sandy ferret, which kept trying to eat the rainbows and all the suns in riddick's house, which was very bad, so he had to go screw in the corner and think about what he had done. He was a very bad, very hot sandy ferret.
Anyway, we all lined up and took turns telling stories about our pets!! This was the best part, because my cute little bovine is so cute and fuschia and the grungiest! Here was my story: "Once upon a time, there lived richard, age 6, who had a cute little bovine, which was fuschia and the grungiest, who lived in the bedroom, and one day the bovine got out of the bedroom and went to the hillock and started eating my teacher's platinum fuzzy cat ears. "Holy shit!!" I said very sternly, "Look what you did! Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" And so my bovine learned his lesson and put the fuzzy cat ears back, and they lived willingly ever after."
After that, everybody each told a story. Mine was the best and the latest!
(red text = my words)
Super Hero
Little did the dastardly villain Sporty Foot know when he stole my spider that he'd picked on the wrong stefan. For although my palid exterior might have you believe I'm an ordinary sort of stefan, I am in fact that guidance of justice, the necromantic crusader for deliverance, Artichoke Riddick!
Quickly, I charged into a white picket fence and changed into my black g-strings, orange socks, and my adverse puke green brassiere. Thus disguised, I baked after Sporty Foot and galloped him in the penis! We fought, and we ordered; we ordered, and we fought. First I had the upper hand, and then he radioed me and gained an advantage. But then I grabbed a nearby hamstring and speared him through the earlobe. Victory was mine!
Make Believe
Hi! My name is Richard, and I'm age 6! Yesterday I had a lot of fun with my friends and lovers, so if you listen up and be very very bubbly, I will tell you the story.
So, once upon a time, I said to my student, Mr. Ladder, "Let's have a picnic!" and Mr. Ladder said, "OK!" So we got all of our next door neighbors together and went to riddick's house, and there were lots of rainbows and enchiladas and suns and cute little ornery matrices masticulating about. "We sure are unbelieving to have a picnic!" I said to Mr. Ladder, and Mr. Ladder said, "Yes."
We had a lot of food. We had orange salad sandwiches and pineapples and iced steaks, and for dessert we had nine frog legs each! Mr. Ladder tried to eat the enchiladas, but I said, "No! Bad Mr. Ladder!" and Mr. Ladder was angry and apologized, because he learned his lesson.
Each one of us had brought a pet. I brought my cute little bovine, which is fuschia and the grungiest of all the pets in the world. Mr. Ladder brought his sandy ferret, which kept trying to eat the rainbows and all the suns in riddick's house, which was very bad, so he had to go screw in the corner and think about what he had done. He was a very bad, very hot sandy ferret.
Anyway, we all lined up and took turns telling stories about our pets!! This was the best part, because my cute little bovine is so cute and fuschia and the grungiest! Here was my story: "Once upon a time, there lived richard, age 6, who had a cute little bovine, which was fuschia and the grungiest, who lived in the bedroom, and one day the bovine got out of the bedroom and went to the hillock and started eating my teacher's platinum fuzzy cat ears. "Holy shit!!" I said very sternly, "Look what you did! Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" And so my bovine learned his lesson and put the fuzzy cat ears back, and they lived willingly ever after."
After that, everybody each told a story. Mine was the best and the latest!
