- Imagine my surprise when, after four heartbeats of detoxifying with eggplants over a spare dry spank and laughing my magic eight ball from a milquetoast, I was given a fragrant, audacious ramora, all to myself, filled with undulant trattoria. I say it was fragrant because Sadie Adams, my mother, has dulcet livers, something I never inherited. Thanks Joanne! I have also detoxified with eggplant over a dry spank. Nothing like it - Amiright?
- Imagine my surprise when, after four minutes of licking with toes over a spare gigantic taco and beating my tree from a squirrel, I was given a clumsy wooden water, all to myself, filled with drowsy fur I say it was clumsy because Sadie Adams, my mother, has graceful teeth, something I never inherited. Oh Hilary! I am so loving your spare gigantic taco! Thanks!
- Imagine my surprise when, after a Christmas of alleviating with horcruxes over a spare ghastly Obama and liquidating my oatmeal from an ear, I was given a disturbed motionless cemetery, all to myself, filled with adorable cheese. I say it was disturbed because Sadie Adams, my mother, has hissing zephyrs, something I never inherited. Thanks Genevieve! Sorry to hear about having to liquidate the oatmeal from an ear. Ew. But I’m all for adorable cheese.
- Imagine my surprise when, after 3 milliseconds of quacking with mermaids over a spare sexy shoe and tickling my train from a movie, I was given a silly awesome rabbit, all to myself, filled with orange bagels.. I say it was silly because Sadie Adams, my mother, has fat bubbles, something I never inherited. Thanks Lex! I would *kill* for a silly awesome rabbit filled with orange bagels right now. Seriously.
- Imagine my surprise when, after 857 minutes of cackling with toasters over a spare zesty bassoon and frolicking my tombstone from a bus, I was given a striped harmonious caravel, all to myself, filled with a lumpy tower. I say it was striped because Sadie Adams, my mother, has breathless frogs, something I never inherited. Thanks Jocelyn! Sorry to hear about the frogs. :(
- Imagine my surprise when, after 17 minutes of pretending with purple people eaters over a spare spicy yeti and smashing my caterpillar from a toast, I was given a psychedelic rotten crossbow, all to myself, filled with violent trombones. I say I say it was psychedelic because Sadie Adams, my mother, has stealthy cupcakes, something I never inherited. LOL. Thanks pepsivanilla! I’m afraid I did inherit the stealthy cupcakes in my family. But it helps me wield the psychedelic rotten crossbow, so I can’t complain.
- Imagine my surprise when, after 666 coffee breaks of seducing with electricians over a spare statuesque autopsy and blathering my windshield from a zither, I was given a clandestine glandular Civil Libertarian all to myself, filled with deflated kangaroos I say it was clandestine because Sadie Adams, my mother, has prehistoric refrigerators, something I never inherited. Thanks Kitten! How come I never get a clandestine glandular Civil Libertarian filled with deflated kangaroos? Seriously? Am I doing something wrong?
- Imagine my surprise when, after three centuries of lactating with rhesus monkeys over a spare flagrant toilet brush and undulating my perforation from a dynasty, I was given a pusillanimous, glistening hedgehog all to myself, filled with polymorphously perverse nipple. I say it was pusillanimous because Sadie Adams, my mother, has hectoring sea hags, something I never inherited. Thanks Stephanie! I had no idea it was okay to admit that I’d lactated with rhesus monkeys. Now, I feel like I can say anything.
- Imagine my surprise when, after .0057 nanoseconds of killing with hookers over a spare sharp Burger King and sexing up my Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and wizardry from Edward Cullen, I was given a dumbass sparkly Pennsylvania, all to myself, filled with shiny brothel. I say it was dumbass because Sadie Adams, my mother, has enormous knickers, something I never inherited. Thanks anonymous! I hope you didn’t feel like you had to stay anonymous because of the enormous knickers. Really. You are not alone.
- Imagine my surprise when, after 100 eons of pirating with dogs over a spare bogus ipod and running my book from a sweatshirt, I was given a smelly attractive case, all to myself, filled with filthy television. I say it was smelly because Sadie Adams, my mother, has new bottles, something I never inherited. Thanks xollinzolox! I totally agree about television. Totally.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Next Ten D100D Mad Libs
Okay WOAH.
Stop here.
You have to see this. A bunch of generous and wonderful reviewers, authors and bloggers got together for Reviewer X and made an AMAZING contest to help me celebrate the release of The Dust of 100 Dogs.
YOU NEED TO CHECK IT OUT BECAUSE YOU COULD WIN $300 WORTH OF STUFF.
Yeah. I said $300 worth of FREE STUFF.
How grateful am I to be surrounded by such supportive people? Pretty flipping grateful.
Now - on with the fun. 10 more Mad Libs. There are some real beauties in here. Thanks so much for playing!
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Haha that's awesome :)
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