Mad Libs

Thanks for the round of Mad Libs! I mixed and matched your responses to come up with new passages. I think (and I’m sure you’ll agree) that the best line is the third sentence of the third passage below.

Almost Works

I stepped out on a runny, slippery layer of green sticky slugs. All the signs were down in a ragged triangle about ten yards wide. The smell of pretty shrubbery was overpowering, even to me—and I’m used to the smells of campfires and pirate ships. It looked like an elf had skipped and crushed everything in its path.

The mold on the carrots in the fridge had already grown back in the pizza joint Thursday prevening, darker and fluffier than yesterday. I was really beginning to feel trepidation at the sight of it. I went beyond the hallway so I wouldn’t have to slip through it.
Scooter rollerbladed to catch up.
“You’re supposed to eat for me,” he said.

Funniest

I stepped out on a redecorated, glossy layer of sea foam lethargic jellyfish. All the sasquatches were down in a ragged dodecahedran about ten yards wide. The smell of pointy sticks was overpowering, even to me—and I’m used to the smells of underpants and Park Rapids, Minnesota. It looked like a flower had sung and crushed everything in its path.

The box elder bugs had already grown back in Martha’s Vineyard Flag Day at 3AM, squeakier and clumsier than yesterday. I was really beginning to feel empowered at the sight of them. I went beneath the conservatory so I wouldn’t have to waddle through them.
Justin Bieber drooled to catch up.
“You’re supposed to hiccup for me,” he said.

Most Surreal

I stepped out on a chapped, obstinate layer of puce chewy Larry King. All the mountains were down in a ragged rhombus about ten yards wide. The smell of roly poly Ford Mustangs was overpowering, even to me—and I’m used to the smells of cursors and Fenway Park. It looked like a pillowcase had stuttered and crushed everything in its path.

The duck-billed platypuses had already grown back Hobbiton Bastille Day at 18:42:00, peachier and more melancholy than yesterday. I was really beginning to feel devoted at the sight of them. I went for the root cellar so I wouldn’t have to swoon through them.
Horatio Hornblower hopped to catch up.
“You’re supposed to sweat for me,” he said.

5 thoughts on “Mad Libs

  1. “Be careful what you wish for…” (Please, please, please pick Park Rapids or Dorset for one of the blanks – doh!!)

  2. Oh, fantastic! Just the way Mad Libs should be….thrilled to see some of my Boston references making the cut!

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