Sunday, February 1, 2009

The Last D100D Mad Libs

This is our last batch of D100D Mad Libs! Thanks so much for playing. Winner will be announced in the next hour.
  1. Imagine my surprise when, after a fortnight of defenestrating with pizzas over a spare caustic rhinoceros and plagiarizing my referee from a bench, I was given a prolifigate, energetic rocket ship, all to myself, filled with an opportunistic veterinarian. I say it was prolifigate because Sadie Adams, my mother, has purple classmates, something I never inherited. Thanks Jenifer! I have been known to crave the odd caustic rhinoceros too. They’re so peppy.
  2. Imagine my surprise when, after 5 hours, 3 minutes and 12 seconds of investigating with reindeer over a spare suspicious personalized license plate and attacking my spork from a knife, I was given a hilarious, ridiculous handkerchief, all to myself, filled with unwilling elephant. I say it was hilarious because Sadie Adams, my mother, has glamorous librarians, something I never inherited. Thanks LisaMay! Glamorous librarians ROCK! You can keep your hanky full of unwilling elephant, though.
  3. Imagine my surprise when, after once upon a time of swallowing with jumps over a spare disgusting toilet and digging my underwear from a teeth, I was given a gross delicious vampire all to myself, filled with crunchy cats. I say it was gross because Sadie Adams, my mother, has amazing, something I never inherited. Thanks Linda. Fill anything with crunchy cats and I am so there.
  4. Imagine my surprise when, after the Victorian age of feathering with bustles over a spare ticklish toe and waddling my Jeremy Piven from a mouse, I was given a furry small seamless shirt, all to myself, filled with sticky dreadlock. I say it was furry because Sadie Adams, my mother, has cheesy teeth, something I never inherited. Thanks KB. Kudos for not inheriting the cheesy teeth. That would have been a total bummer.
  5. Imagine my surprise when, after the blink of an eye of pirouetting with zombies over a spare charming pirate and tiptoeing my munchkin from a glass slipper, I was given a squeamish crunchy ninja, all to myself, filled with plucky mountain goat. I say it was squeamish because Sadie Adams, my mother, has ticklish llamas, something I never inherited. Thanks Cecilia! I never knew the was a zombie ballet.
  6. Imagine my surprise when, after 200 years of sword fighting with pirates over a spare bloody Marie and killing my Tom Cruise from a Madonna, I was given a disastrous, disgusting Tallulah, all to myself, filled with crazy Kate. I say it was disastrous because Sadie Adams, my mother, has slutty soldiers, something I never inherited. Thank you Carol(ina)! A Tallulah filled with crazy Kate? That’s mental.
  7. Imagine my surprise when, after forever of sparkling with vampires over a spare bitten Yan and dying my bed from a casket, I was given a fluffy, silky smooth graveyard, all to myself, filled with gloomy umbrellas. I say it was fluffy because Sadie Adams, my mother, has anguished UFOs, something I never inherited. Thanks Yan! I was going to congratulate you on your fluffy graveyard, but then saw it was filled with gloomy umbrellas. Sorry to hear that.
  8. Imagine my surprise when, after 9,999,999 eons and an epoch or two of eloping with tarantulas over a spare lustful fishcake and decomposing my octopus from a tornado, I was given a obese satanic paperclip all to myself, filled with bloody Uranus I say it was obese because Sadie Adams, my mother, has utopian zombies, something I never inherited. Thanks Paradox! This one cracked me up! Obese satanic paperclips! Utopian zombies!
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