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mad_libs
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SuicidalAngel
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-Give me- Girl's Name: Object: Organ (body part): Animal: Another Animal: Question (whole phrase): Food: Social Gathering: Person's Name: Verb: Type of Rock: City: Verb:
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pralines&cream
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Girl's Name: Denise Object: Furry wombat Organ (body part): Pinky finger Animal: Furry wombat Another Animal: Vicious mad dog Question (whole phrase): "What the hell did i just step in?" Food: Grandma's famous "ravioli swirls" Social Gathering: Semi-annual stoning of those people homosexual, mentally and physically handicapped, over-weight, and inclined to enforcing their right to free speech. Person's Name: Maximus Verb: soap (yes,verb) Type of Rock: Sedamentary City: Riverside Verb: Slide Haha, can't wait to see what this produces
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Jenna
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Alison Foley Magic 8-Ball Liver Zebra Hummingbird "What the fuck am I supposed to do with all these clockradios?" kiwi Rave Armandeo Screw Granite -or- Punk? Chicago burned
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Jenna
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dammit I knew someone would beat me.
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SuicidalAngel
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I'll give you a new one Jenna.. hold on lemme get hers....
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SuicidalAngel
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It was a sunny spring day when Denise caught my eye, the pure beauty that surrounded her Furry Wombat captured my pinky finger. I was a love slave. Her Romeo. A furry wombat chasing a vicious mad dog, yet somehow I was transfixed by her simple beauty. I knew that I just had to talk to her... To say something, anything! So I quietly approached and asked' "what the hell did I just step in?". Feeling very Embarrassed, I quickly pulled a Grandma's famous "ravioli swirls" from my pocket and offered it to her, with a little hesitation she took some. Whew! I thought to myself, I'm home free. Maybe I should ask her to the school "Semi-annual stoning of those people homosexual, mentally and physically handicapped, over-weight, and inclined to enforcing thier right to free speach". Afterwards we can go to the top of Maximus's Mountain and look at the wonderful sky as we soap in the car. I'm glad I asked Denise out. She's the Sedamentary in my eye. Maybe some day we can vacation in Riverside and spend all week sliding.
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SuicidalAngel
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For Jenna: City: Adj: Adj: Verb: Thing (singular): Verb: Plural Noun: Animal: Number: Thing (plural): Adj: Noun: Using dirty words always make these things interesting.. word of advise!
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Jenna
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City: Struggleville (no kidding, it exists within driving distance of me) Adj: foxy Adj: lean Verb: boink Thing (singular): daisy Verb: lick Plural Noun: fetishes Animal: sheep Number: 96 Thing (plural): condoms Adj: easy Noun: chocolate hope I didn't go overboard...
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SuicidalAngel
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This one just seems fun so I'll do this one too It was a sunny spring day when Alison Foley caught my eye, the pure beauty that surrounded her magic 8-ball captured my liver. I was a love slave. Her Romeo. A zebra chasing a hummingbird, yet somehow I was transfixed by her simple beauty. I knew that I just had to talk to her... To say something, anything! So I quietly approached and asked' "What the fuck am I supposed to do with all these clockradios?". Feeling very Embarrassed, I quickly pulled a kiwi from my pocket and offered it to her, with a little hesitation she took some. Whew! I thought to myself, I'm home free. Maybe I should ask her to the school rave. Afterwards we can go to the top of Armandeo's Mountain and look at the wonderful sky as we screw in the car. I'm glad I asked Alison Foley out. She's the Granite -or- Punk in my eye. Maybe some day we can vacation in Chicago and spend all week burning.
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Jenna
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hehehe thanks
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SuicidalAngel
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Struggleville is now safe thanks to a mysterious caped hero who calls himself foxy man. Dr. lean had a sinister plan to turn Struggleville into a crime infested town. With foxy's ability to boink faster than a daisy, Dr. lean had no chace in defeating him man to man, so lean set a trap with his death ray capable of licking fetishes in a matter of seconds. foxy man entered the ware house, unaware of the death ray pointed at his head 'I've got you now foxy, Struggleville is as good as mine!' Just then foxy man using his sheep like agility, leaped the distance of 96 condoms striking the death ray to the ground. 'that's it Dr. lean'. Yelled foxy. I'm taking you down town. No wait! I just wanted to be your easy chocolate, like in the movies. I never ment to hurt you, honestly! Tell it to the judge Dr. lean, 'cause I don't care.
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SuicidalAngel
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Thing (Plural): Thing: Adj: Adj: Verb: Adv: Verb: Thing: Verb: Area Outdoors: Type of Flowers (Plural): Place: Thing found Outside (Plural This will be the last one I'll put up for now. If someone else wants to put some up, I'll give the adj, nouns etc.
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Teenage Jesus
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pills fly swatter green sticky plummet badly consume camera steal the back 40 Poppies Stubb's BBQ in Austin old rain soaked Nerf ball
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SuicidalAngel
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Ahhh! There's nothing quite like Spring, the pills are out, and the fly swatter begins to melt. I love to feel the green , sticky grass plummet badly through my toes. The love birds are consumeing in the trees as old man winter's camera melts away. We dig out our baseball gloves and begin to steal out on the the back 40 as the poppies grow in random places such as Stubb's BBQ in Augustin or righ between the two old rain soaked Nerf Ball.
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Teenage Jesus
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Thanx! I always love those. (Looks like I nailed it with "grren" grass, eh?)
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Teenage Jesus
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green, that is...dammit
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SuicidalAngel
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I'll try to find the ones I have at home, they're much better. Someone else needs to put up the Adj, Adv, Noun list though!
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karl the weed
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the guy who made these up is really stupid. theyre still funny, though.
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030606
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a sweet girl
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between ten and eleven
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030606
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celestias shadow
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oooh! somebody do more! i love mad libs...:)*grin*
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030901
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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