MAD Libs

[Lauren Hynde]

b? what happened to the other quickie?

 

[Alex De Kok]

Don't know how I missed this!

Here I sit, tears drying on my cheeks and my ribs sore with laughing. I'm not joining in, not at present, but just wanted to say how much I enjoyed reading these. You're all mad, but ah! 'tis a fine madness.

Alex

 

[Guest]

Re: Don't know how I missed this!

Here I sit, tears drying on my cheeks and my ribs sore with laughing. I'm not joining in, not at present, but just wanted to say how much I enjoyed reading these. You're all mad, but ah! 'tis a fine madness.

Alex

Thanks for the praise of the efforts here. I think that some of the poetry has been exceptionally fine!

Aww Alex... You have to join in .... I'm waiting on:
14. plural noun
15. verb
16. noun
17. number

You wouldn't want to deprive Lauren of her quickie, would you?

-b fair nymph of madlibs

 

[Lauren Hynde]

14. plural noun : masks
15. verb : insert
16. noun : cucumber
17. number :1,057

 

[MathGirl]

Moby

MG-

Queen Elizabeth II

Nine months

-b the fair madlib nymph

Let's see .........

"Call me Queen Elizabeth II.
Nine months ago ................."

Not bad, but I think Herman's words had a nicer flow.

 

[Guest]

the fair nymph's quickie

This one is from a MAD Libs book

Letter to a Lovelorn Columnist

Dear Miss Lonelyhearts:

I've been engaged to the same man for a shitload plus two years. He keeps telling me he carries me, but we need to wait to get flickered until he makes more cello. If we marry now, we will have to pipe with my mother and eat glasses every day. But isn't blistering love worth that? Should I put my cellulite down and set a date, or just continue to be bloody?

Signed,
Ms Keeney

Dear Young Lady:

Don't do anything flowing. Something worth blowing is worth missing for. I don't think eating masks with the man you insert is bad, but eating cucumbers and living 1,057 miles away from mother is better.

Signed,

Miss Lonely Hearts

*****
Ah, the price of love... eating cucumbers.....

b

 

[MathGirl]

Verisimillitudinous verbiage

This one is from a MAD Libs book

Letter to a Lovelorn Columnist

Dear Miss Lonelyhearts:

I've been engaged to the same man for a shitload plus two years. He keeps telling me he carries me, but we need to wait to get flickered until he makes more cello. If we marry now, we will have to pipe with my mother and eat glasses every day. But isn't blistering love worth that? Should I put my cellulite down and set a date, or just continue to be bloody?

Signed,
Ms Keeney


b

Sob ...... I think that's the saddest thing I ever heard ...... Boo hoo

Gerundette the Lachrimose

 

[MathGirl]

Fast and dirty

Anyone ready for a real quickie? Yes, BKeeney, we KNOW you are.

1. verb
2. noun

I hope this isn't taxing anyone's intelligence.
Gerundina the Minimally Cognizant

P.s. It's a quote from Dirty Harry

 

[Guest]

How could I resist?

verb- stroke
noun- chimichanga


So, I had Mexican for lunch....

-b

 

[Guest]

In Honor of Angeline

Okay, MAD libbers....

We are ready to move to the next level of MAD libbing...

Instead of just ANY noun, etc.... in this round, you need to have the word match the number of syllables.

eg. noun (2) could be apple, margin, dildo, turnip...

I know that this will take a little more effort, but I think you are all ready for it! And, the resultant poem will be fantastic!

So, in honor of Angeline:

1. noun (2)
2. adj (1)
3. verb (2)
4. noun (4)
5. verb (2)
6. noun (4)
7. verb (1)
8. adj (4)
9. noun plural (2)
10. adv (2)

11. noun (1)
12. adj (3)
13. adj (3)
14. noun (1)
15. adj (2)
16. noun (1)
17. noun (1)
18. noun (1)
19. adj (2)
20. noun (1)

21. -ing adj (2)
22. noun (2)
23. verb (2)
24. adj (1)
25. measure of time (2)
26. verb (1)
27. noun (1)
28. noun (2)
29. verb (1)
30. noun (1)

Phew... checked and double checked...

Waiting eagerly,

b, your fair nymph of madlibs

 

[MathGirl]

Clint

verb- stroke
noun- chimichanga

-b

Hmmm....... "Go ahead, stroke my chimichanga."

 

[Angeline]

I am honored already!

Beat me, whip me, call my momma ugly names, but dammit leave my poems out of it. I am still recovering from my poet pal calling my favorite poem an "insult to lilacs"! I ask you? I love lilacs!

Okay. And my only regret is that this mad lib will not allow me to harrass karmadog. Or calimaridog. Whatever.

1. noun (2) cretin
2. adj (1) smug
3. verb (2) implode
4. noun (4) fornication
5. verb (2) erect
6. noun (4) destination
7. verb (1) chant
8. adj (4) fortuitous
9. noun plural (2) cojones
10. adv (2) very

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Re: In Honor of Angeline

11. noun (1) tongue
12. adj (3) indulgent
13. adj (3) enraptured
14. noun (1) crack
15. adj (2) cocky
16. noun (1) ring
17. noun (1) pan
18. noun (1) booze
19. adj (2) phalic
20. noun (1) bill

 

[MathGirl]

Buggery

21. -ing adj (2) fucking
22. noun (2) kitty
23. verb (2) holy
24. adj (1) moist
25. measure of time (2) fortnight
26. verb (1) grab
27. noun (1) cat
28. noun (2) casette
29. verb (1) fry
30. noun (1) boob

Who's down on italics? I LOVE MY ITALICS! I won't hear anything against italics, do you hear me??????? What does an italic dot look like?

Gerundetta the Italicized

 

[Guest]

Shakespeare's Sonnet 116

Let me not to the cretin of smug minds
Implode fornications. Love is not love
Which erects when it destination finds,
Or chants with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is a fortuitous mark,
That looks on cohones and is very shaken;
It is the tongue to indulgent enraptured bark,
Whose crack’s cocky, although his ring be taken.
Love’s not Pain’s booze, though phallic bills and cheeks
Within his fucking kitty’s compass come;
Love pulses not with his moist fortnight and weeks,
But grabs it out even to the cat of doom.
If this be cassette, and upon me proved,
I never fried, nor no boob ever loved.

Sonnet 116


Kudos to Angeline, Lauen and MG...

"love's not Pain's booze"... Now that's profound...

I can just picture Kate Winslet reciting it in Sense and Sensability!

b

 

[MathGirl]

Sonnet

Dear Master Keeney,
Good choice. That's cute. Roll over Shakespeare and Give Dr Johnson the News!
Sincerely.
M.Girl

 

[Angeline]

And Now I am Truely Honored

That looks on cohones and is very shaken;
It is the tongue to indulgent enraptured bark,
Whose crack’s cocky, although his ring be taken.

Are these Shakespeare's cohones? I think I would be shaken if I looked upon them--what with him being dead so long and all. And that next sentence! Whose crack's cocky indeed! Enquiring minds want to know. And whose ring was taken? That "his" is pretty ambiguous. Was it Shakespeare's? Or the ubiquitous crack's cocky?

 

[Lauren Hynde]

LMAO

 

[MathGirl]

?

LMAO

Dear LH,

Que?

MG


Ummm. love my Aunty Ophelia? .... lick moose's austral opening? ...... leave Mary's alter orifice? .............. lagrimo mas autre ominos? ...............

 

[karmadog]

But grabs it out even to the cat of doom.

I dread the cat of doom, but I've treed it before.

PS MG, Lauren is laughing her christmasy ass off.

 

[MathGirl]

LMAO

Leave me alone, Otis?

Lick Maude's antlers often?

Love my Audi's odor?

Lacyrymose mares always ovulate?

Hmmmmmmmm

Gerunda the Puzzled

 

[damppanties]

Dear Puzzled Gerunda,

LMAO = Laughing My Ass Off.

 

[MathGirl]

LMAO

[LMAO = Laughing My Ass Off. [/B]

Oh, how incredibly ....... cute.

Gerundette the Enlightened

 

[Angeline]

Lauren's AV

kdog said
PS MG, Lauren is laughing her christmasy ass off.

I didn't know that boob (the one in the red suit, I mean......oh never mind: Lauren I am not calling you a boob!) had a change of clothes.

 

[damppanties]

MathGirl's av

AAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!



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