Alright here is the list...the first list...of the official MadLibs thread...Wooohoooo...
Now...this is not a typical MadLibs. It is longer for one...and I ask for more than nouns and verbs...so...I hope you can all enjoy coming up with words and reading the entries...Once I get a few lists posted...I'll post the stories...
Have fun!
1. A reaction (ex. scared, saddened, shocked, etc.)
2. Another reaction
3. A crime
4. A barnyard animal
5. A describing word (ex. fuzzy, smelly, cute, etc.)
6. A smaller, cuter animal
7. Another animal
8. And one more animal
9. Something you get at a fast food place
10. A describing word
11. A word to describe yourself
12. And another word to describe yourself
13. A bodily noise/function
14. Something you would borrow from your neighbor
15. A gross describing word (ex. smelly, slimy, snotty, etc.)
16. Something you make
17. A relative
18. Something you would use to make the thing in #15
19. A weak and flimsy object
20. Same week and flimsy object
21. A destruction word (blew up, fell over, etc.)
22. A body part
23. Dead as a _____________ (be creative!)
24. Your favorite food
25. Something else you can get at a fast food place
26. Another weak and flimsy objet that is stronger than the first one
27. Something you do with hair
28. A place where hair is located on your body
29. A thing
30. A place
31. An indestructible material
32. A mean name
33. A thing
34. Another word for "police officers" (be creative)
35. Noun
36. I was __________
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You know what? You should call them MelLibs! YEAH!! I'm so lame. Anyway, hooray, so much fun!! Here we go!!
1. relieved
2. enthused
3. grand theft auto
4. chicken
5. crunchy
6. bunny
7. platypus
8. okapi
9. curly fries
10. slimy
11. quiet
12. anxious
13. snort
14. lawnmower
15. gooey
16. cake
17. uncle
18. wooden spoon
19. napkin
20. maxi pad
21. annihilated
22. kneecap
23. rubber chicken
24. pasta
25. chicken fingers
26. plastic wrap
27. curl
28. toe
29. headphones
30. Luxembourg
31. kevlar
32. toilet drinker
33. sock
34. the fuzz (I don't know!!)
35. piano
36. tired
FREAK!! That took long enough! I tried submitting the comment about 8 times, and it kept saying that I lost my connection or some crap.
Here's mine
1.dumfounded
2.surprised
3.indecent exposure
4.chicken
5.slimy
6.chinchilla
7.giraffe
8.komodo dragon
9.fries
10.sensual
11.wacked
12.huggy
13.belching
14.hedge clipper
15.stinky
16.cards
17.Jeffy
18.glue
19.twig
20.paper clips
21.emplod
22.elbow
23.600ft purple elephant
24.lettuce sandwiches
25.grilled cheese sandwiches
26.a pen
27.braided
28.toes
29.blanky
30.earths core
31.cockroach
32.skank
33.stamp
34. (in a mob voice) coppa ya see
35.mountain top
36.dabbling
Ok...here are your stories...I've bolded the words that you put up as a list...This is Carries...
SOMERSET PA (AP) -- A. Wolf took the stand today in his own defense. This relieved and enthused the media who predicted that he would not testify in the brutal grand theft auto. A. Wolf is accused of stealing the cars of (and eating) The First Little Chicken, and The Second Little Chicken. This criminal trial is expected to be followed by a civil trial to be brought by the surviving Third Little Chicken. The case has been characterized as a media circus.
His testimony is transcribed below:
"Everybody knows the story of the Three Little Chickens. Or at least they think they do. But I'll let you in on a little secret. Nobody knows the real story, because nobody has ever heard my side of the story. I'm Alexander T. Wolf. You can call me Al. I don't know how this whole Big Bad Wolf thing got started, but it's all wrong. Maybe it's because of our diet. Hey, it's not my fault wolves eat crunchy little animals like bunnies and platypus and okapi. That's just the way we are. If curly fries were slimy, folks would probably think you were Quiet and Anxious too. But like I was saying, the whole big bad wolf thing is all wrong. The real story is about a snort and a lawn mower.
THIS IS THE REAL STORY.
Way back in Once Upon a Time time, I was making a gooey cake for my dear old uncle. I had a terrible snorting cold. I ran out of wooden spoons. So I walked down the street to ask my neighbor for a lawn mower. Now this neighbor was a chicken. And he wasn't too bright either. He had built his whole house out of napkins. Can you believe it? I mean who in his right mind would build a house of maxi pads? So of course the minute I knocked on the door, it was annihilated. I didn't want to just walk into someone else's house. So I called, "Little Chicken, Little Chicken, are you in?" No answer. I was just about to go home without the lawn mower for my dear old uncle’s gooey cake.
That's when my kneecap started to itch. I felt a snort coming on. Well I huffed. And I snuffed. And I snorted a great snort.
And you know what? The whole darn napkin house fell down. And right in the middle of the pile of maxi pads was the First Little Chicken - dead as a rubber chicken. He had been home the whole time. It seemed like a shame to leave a perfectly good pasta dinner lying there in the napkins. So I ate it up. Think of it as chicken fingers just lying there. I was feeling a little better. But I still didn't have my lawn mower . So I went to the next neighbor's house. This neighbor was the First Little Chicken's brother. He was a little smarter, but not much. He has built his house of plastic wrap. I rang the bell on the plastic wrap house. Nobody answered. I called, "Mr. Chicken, Mr. Chicken, are you in?" He yelled back."Go away wolf. You can't come in. I'm curling the hairs on my toey toe toe."
I had just grabbed the doorknob when I felt another snort coming on. I huffed. And I snuffed. And I tried to cover my mouth, but I snorted a great snort.
And you are not going to believe this, but the guy's house fell down just like his brother's. When the dust cleared, there was the Second Little Chicken - dead as a rubber chicken. Wolf's honor. Now you know headphones will spoil if you just leave them out in Luxembourge. So I did the only thing there was to do. I had dinner again. Think of it as a second helping. I was getting awfully full. But my cold was feeling a little better. And I still didn't have that lawn mower for my dear old uncle’s gooey cake. So I went to the next house. This guy was the First and Second Little Chicken’s brother. He must have been the brains of the family. He had built his house of kevlar. I knocked on the kevlar house. No answer. I called, "Mr. Chicken, Mr. Chicken, are you in?" And do you know what that toilet drinker answered? "Get out of here, Wolf. Don't bother me again."
Talk about impolite! He probably had a whole sackful of lawn mower’s. And he wouldn't give me even one for my dear sweet old uncle’s gooey cake. What a pig!
I was just about to go home and maybe make a nice gooey card instead of a cake, when I felt my cold coming on. I huffed And I snuffed. And I snorted once again.
Then the Third Little Chicken yelled, " And your old uncle can sit on a sock!" Now I'm usually a pretty calm fellow. But when somebody talks about my uncle like that, I go a Little crazy. When the Fuzz drove up, of course I was trying to break down this Chicken’s door. And the whole time I was huffing and puffing and snorting and making a real scene.
The rest as they say is a piano.
The news reporters found out about the two Chickens I had for dinner. They figured a sick guy going to borrow a lawn mower didn't sound very exciting.
So they jazzed up the story with all of that "Huff and puff and blow your house down"
And they made me the Big Bad Wolf. That's it The real story. I was tired. "
SOMERSET PA (AP) -- A. Wolf took the stand today in his own defense. This dumbfoundedand surprised the media who predicted that he would not testify in the brutal indecent exposure. A. Wolf is accused of flashing (and eating) The First Little Chicken, and The Second Little Chicken. This criminal trial is expected to be followed by a civil trial to be brought by the surviving Third Little Chicken. The case has been characterized as a media circus.
His testimony is transcribed below:
"Everybody knows the story of the Three Little Chickens. Or at least they think they do. But I'll let you in on a little secret. Nobody knows the real story, because nobody has ever heard my side of the story. I'm Alexander T. Wolf. You can call me Al. I don't know how this whole Big Bad Wolf thing got started, but it's all wrong. Maybe it's because of our diet. Hey, it's not my fault wolves eat slimy little animals like chinchilla and giraffe and komodo dragons. That's just the way we are. If fries were sensual, folks would probably think you were wacked and huggy too. But like I was saying, the whole big bad wolf thing is all wrong. The real story is about a belch and a hedge clipper.
THIS IS THE REAL STORY.
Way back in Once Upon a Time time, I was making a stinky card for dear old Jeffy. I had a terrible belching cold. I ran out of glue. So I walked down the street to ask my neighbor for a hedge clipper. Now this neighbor was a chicken. And he wasn't too bright either. He had built his whole house out of paper clips. Can you believe it? I mean who in his right mind would build a house of paper clips? So of course the minute I knocked on the door, it emploded. I didn't want to just walk into someone else's house. So I called, "Little Chicken, Little Chicken, are you in?" No answer. I was just about to go home without the hedge clipper for dear old Jeffy’s smelly card.
That's when my elbow started to itch. I felt a belch coming on. Well I huffed. And I snuffed. And I belcheded a great belch.
And you know what? The whole darn paper clip house fell down. And right in the middle of the pile of paper clips was the First Little Chicken - dead as a 600ft purple elephant. He had been home the whole time. It seemed like a shame to leave a perfectly good lettuce sandwich lying there in the paper clips. So I ate it up. Think of it as grilled cheese just lying there. I was feeling a little better. But I still didn't have my hedge clipper . So I went to the next neighbor's house. This neighbor was the First Little Chicken's brother. He was a little smarter, but not much. He has built his house of pens. I rang the bell on the pen house. Nobody answered. I called, "Mr. Chicken, Mr. Chicken, are you in?" He yelled back."Go away wolf. You can't come in. I'm braiding the hairs on my toey toe toes."
I had just grabbed the doorknob when I felt another belch coming on. I huffed. And I snuffed. And I tried to cover my mouth, but I belched a great belch.
And you are not going to believe this, but the guy's house fell down just like his brother's. When the dust cleared, there was the Second Little Chicken - dead as a 600ft purple elephant. Wolf's honor. Now you know blankies will spoil if you just leave them out in the Earths Core. So I did the only thing there was to do. I had dinner again. Think of it as a second helping. I was getting awfully full. But my cold was feeling a little better. And I still didn't have that hedge clipper for dear old Jeffy’s smelly card. So I went to the next house. This guy was the First and Second Little Chicken’s brother. He must have been the brains of the family. He had built his house of cockroach. I knocked on the cockroach house. No answer. I called, "Mr. Chicken, Mr. Chicken, are you in?" And do you know what that skank answered? "Get out of here, Wolf. Don't bother me again."
Talk about impolite! He probably had a whole sackful of hedge clipper’s. And he wouldn't give me even one for dear sweet old Jeffy’s smelly card. What a pig!
I was just about to go home and maybe make a nice smelly cake instead of a card, when I felt my cold coming on. I huffed And I snuffed. And I belched once again.
Then the Third Little Chicken yelled, " And your old Jeffy can sit on a stamp!" Now I'm usually a pretty calm fellow. But when somebody talks about my uncle like that, I go a Little crazy. When the coppa’s ya see drove up, of course I was trying to break down this Chicken’s door. And the whole time I was huffing and puffing and belching and making a real scene.
The rest as they say is a mountain top.
The news reporters found out about the two Chickens I had for dinner. They figured a sick guy going to borrow a hedge clipper didn't sound very exciting.
So they jazzed up the story with all of that "Huff and puff and blow your house down"
And they made me the Big Bad Wolf. That's it The real story. I was dabbling. "
HA!! That's freakin' hilarious! Ahhh, I LOVE these things.
1. Perplexed
2. molested
3. larsony
4. cow
5. hard
6. wolf
7. cat
8. owl
9. apple pie
10. squishy
11. plump
12. human
13. flatuance
14. cat food
15. poop
16. sweater
17. uncle
18. animal
19. paper
20. paper
21. explosion
22. hand
23. crow
24. ice cream
25. fries
26. laminate
27. cut
28. arm
29. phone
30. the bathroom
31. candy bar wrapper
32. baka
33. pen
34. buda baka
35. pig
36. bored
*read the madlib* That was pretty funny....
Kami...I'll post yours tomorrow morning...I don't have time today unfortunatly...sorry...
SOMERSET PA (AP) -- A. Wolf took the stand today in his own defense. This perplexedand molested the media who predicted that he would not testify in the brutal larsony. A. Wolf is accused of larsoning (and eating) The First Little Cow, and The Second Little Cow. This criminal trial is expected to be followed by a civil trial to be brought by the surviving Third Little Cow. The case has been characterized as a media circus.
His testimony is transcribed below:
"Everybody knows the story of the Three Little Cows. Or at least they think they do. But I'll let you in on a little secret. Nobody knows the real story, because nobody has ever heard my side of the story. I'm Alexander T. Wolf. You can call me Al. I don't know how this whole Big Bad Wolf thing got started, but it's all wrong. Maybe it's because of our diet. Hey, it's not my fault wolves eat hard little animals like wof and cat and owls. That's just the way we are. If apple pies were squishy, folks would probably think you were plump and human too. But like I was saying, the whole big bad wolf thing is all wrong. The real story is about a fart and a cup of cat food.
THIS IS THE REAL STORY.
Way back in Once Upon a Time time, I was making a poopy sweaer for my dear old Uncle. I had a terrible flatulancecold. I ran out of animal. So I walked down the street to ask my neighbor for a cup of cat food. Now this neighbor was a cow. And he wasn't too bright either. He had built his whole house out of paper. Can you believe it? I mean who in his right mind would build a house of paper? So of course the minute I knocked on the door, it exploded. I didn't want to just walk into someone else's house. So I called, "Little Cow, Little Cow, are you in?" No answer. I was just about to go home without the cat food for my dear old Uncles poopy sweater.
That's when my hand started to itch. I felt a fart coming on. Well I huffed. And I snuffed. And I farted a great fart.
And you know what? The whole darn paper house fell down. And right in the middle of the pile of paper was the First Little Cow - dead as a crow. He had been home the whole time. It seemed like a shame to leave a perfectly good bowl of ice ceam lying there in the paper. So I ate it up. Think of it as fries just lying there. I was feeling a little better. But I still didn't have my cat food. So I went to the next neighbor's house. This neighbor was the First Little Cow's brother. He was a little smarter, but not much. He has built his house of laminate. I rang the bell on the laminate house. Nobody answered. I called, "Mr. Cow, Mr. Cow, are you in?" He yelled back."Go away wolf. You can't come in. I'm cuttingthe hairs on my army arm arms."
I had just grabbed the doorknob when I felt another fart coming on. I huffed. And I snuffed. And I tried to cover my mouth, but I farted a great fart.
And you are not going to believe this, but the guy's house fell down just like his brother's. When the dust cleared, there was the Second Little Cow - dead as a crow. Wolf's honor. Now you know phones will spoil if you just leave them out in the bathroom. So I did the only thing there was to do. I had dinner again. Think of it as a second helping. I was getting awfully full. But my cold was feeling a little better. And I still didn't have that cat food for my dear old Uncles poopy sweater. So I went to the next house. This guy was the First and Second Little Cow's brother. He must have been the brains of the family. He had built his house of candy bar wrappers. I knocked on the candy bar wrapper house. No answer. I called, "Mr. Cow, Mr. Cow, are you in?" And do you know what that baka answered? "Get out of here, Wolf. Don't bother me again."
Talk about impolite! He probably had a whole sackful of cat food. And he wouldn't give me even one for my dear sweet old Uncles poopy sweater. What a pig!
I was just about to go home and maybe make a nice smelly card instead of a sweater,, when I felt my cold coming on. I huffed And I snuffed. And I farted once again.
Then the Third Little Cow yelled, " And your old Uncle can sit on a pen!" Now I'm usually a pretty calm fellow. But when somebody talks about my uncle like that, I go a Little crazy. When the buda baka drove up, of course I was trying to break down this Cow's door. And the whole time I was huffing and puffing and farting and making a real scene.
The rest as they say is a pig.
The news reporters found out about the two Cows I had for dinner. They figured a sick guy going to borrow a cup of cat food didn't sound very exciting.
So they jazzed up the story with all of that "Huff and puff and blow your house down"
And they made me the Big Bad Wolf. That's it The real story. I was bored. "
Holy, sorry Kami...I was cut off from the internet at work...and this takes sooo long to do on dial up...but here it is...late...but posted!
MEL!!! CALL ME, YOU HOSER!!
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