- Imagine my surprise when, after four score and seven years of defenestrating with waffles over a spare fabbity fab bowling pin and burning my peanut butter from a Thestral, I was given a sympathetic, demanding elf, all to myself, filled with greasy Pegasus. I say it was sympathetic because Sadie Adams, my mother, has awesome nerdfighters, something I never inherited. Thanks Khy! I think I might know your sympathetic demanding elf. Is his name Jim?
- Imagine my surprise when, after three seconds of skating with muskrats over a spare squalid inquisition and subverting my inquest from a superintendent, I was given a exotic catchy visor, all to myself, filled with nautical automation. I say it was exotic because Sadie Adams, my mother, has celibate petrologists, something I never inherited. Thanks Maureen! That exotic catchy visor looks awesome on you.
- Imagine my surprise when, after 33 years of frolicking with banshees over a spare delightful Obama, and stumbling my phoenix from a garage, I was given a kindly aquatic lollipop, all to myself, filled with precious monument. I say it was kindly because Sadie Adams, my mother, has cracked moose, something I never inherited. Thanks Liv! A kindly aquatic lollipop? You have all the luck.
- Imagine my surprise when, after 7 score of skipping with monkeys over a spare elfin pirate and bubbling my dinosaur from a lamp, I was given a humdrum prickly cabbage, all to myself, filled with woozy cactus. I say it was humdrum because Sadie Adams, my mother, has jittery grapes, something I never inherited. Thanks Erika Lynn! I had no idea other people skipped with monkeys. And I love the jittery grapes.
- Imagine my surprise when, after two shakes of a dog’s tail of dipping with sea anemones over a spare crunchy dollhouse and rocking my lip gloss from a cinnamon candle, I was given a mousy fabulous hair extension all to myself, filled with sticky aluminum. I say it was mousy because Sadie Adams, my mother, has odorous candy canes, something I never inherited. Thanks raasch! YES for the mousy hair extension! Love that!
- Imagine my surprise when, after 2 and a half seconds of diving with blobs named Bob over a spare greenish-brown sea-dancing penguin and twirling my fingers from a panda, I was given a thorny, mahogany Saudi Arabia, all to myself, filled with a tubby flag. I say it was thorny because Sadie Adams, my mother, has mushy cockroaches, something I never inherited. Thanks Diana! Ew. Mushy cockroaches.
- Imagine my surprise when, after 48 hours of regurgitating with helium balloons over a spare complicated gingerbread cookie and shrinking my shark’s tooth from a feather boa, I was given a sarcastic full-grown manatee, all to myself, filled with over-exposed moustache. I say it was sarcastic because Sadie Adams, my mother, has foreign pajamas, something I never inherited. Thanks Scotti! Who doesn’t love a sarcastic full-grown manatee?
- Imagine my surprise when, after 13.5 nanoseconds of defenestrating with incubi over a spare fortuitous boll weevil and masticating my naked mole rat from a papaya, I was given a ninja toxic gingivitis, all to myself, filled with scrumptious silly putty. I say it was ninja because Sadie Adams, my mother, has puffy frozen peas, something I never inherited. Thanks Tony! Love the scrumptious silly putty!
- Imagine my surprise when, after a bat of an eye of hurtling with bollocks over a spare lush cranium and elongating my nymph from an actor, I was given a stupendous crystalline adder, all to myself, filled with putrid pygmy. I say it was stupendous because Sadie Adams, my mother, has luminescent infants, something I never inherited. Thanks Sharen! Be careful hurtling with bollocks. That can get iffy.
- Imagine my surprise when, after the time it takes to walk from the bus stop to the grocery store of rolling with syringes over a spare robust pole and buying my feather boa from a Dr. Seuss hat, I was given a putrid alabaster stairwell, all to myself, filled with frantic globes. I say it was putrid because Sadie Adams, my mother, has vacuous guitars, something I never inherited. Thanks Liviania! Yeow – rolling with syringes. No wonder your alabaster stairwell is putrid.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
The First Ten D100D Mad Libs
I was going to narrow these down to save space, but I can't. There are some real beauties here that I just have to share. So, this afternoon, ten by ten, I will post most of the Mad Lib answers. This is what parties are for, right?
The passage I used was the first paragraph of Chapter One from The Dust of 100 Dogs, and goes like this:
Imagine my surprise when, after three centuries of fighting with siblings over a spare furry teat and licking my water from a bowl, I was given a huge human nipple, all to myself, filled with warm mother’s milk. I say it was huge because Sadie Adams, my mother, has enormous breasts, something I never inherited.
Here are the first ten entries:
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3 comments:
I love madlibs. Not so much rolling down the street with syringes . . .
Haha, I don't even understand mine! xD
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