A Night of Mad-Libs
My roommates and I, in a 2 a.m. fit of buzzed laughter and well-being, decided to do a few Mad-Libs. Here are the highlights.
FROM MAD-LIB NUMBER 1:
1. When you look him straight in the penis, does he avert his hinges and give you an uncomfortable medal?
2. After you first met, did he call a mutual cunt to see if you were queefing steady?
FROM MAD-LIB NUMBER 2:
1. I miss you with all my clitoris. Each and every time I see a puce-haired, mud-eyed bin I think of you.
2. Oops, got to go! I hear my dad coming! He’s a tight sleeper and must have seen the Snoop Dogg under my door.
Mad-lib number three is too funny to excerpt. It is a dialogue between a suitor and a young woman’s father.
Young Man: I love your daughter swimmingly. I want your permission to fuck her.
Father: Will you be bale to suck for my daughter and buy her all of the sombreros she needs?
Young Man: Absolutely. Right now I’m only a junior buttcheek in a prestigious jizzum firm, but they tell me I have a sticky future.
Father: Are you aware that my daughter is moistly opinionated and has a very wet temper?
Young Man: Yes sir, but she’s the perfect nipple for me. I want her to be my mouth and the mother of my toes.
Father: Yes. I feel I’m not losing a confederacy but gaining a pansy-ass bitch.
If you don’t think these are funny, then you’re wrong.
