This has to be the funniest mad lib kind of thing I've ever created, so I've
decided to share it.
(The words I chose are bold...not to say that I was being bold...
What I meant was that the words of my choosing have been emphasized with a
bold typeface.)
The Person Who Did Stuff To Me
As I was meandering disjointedly down the cliff one fine summer's week, the most obnoxious, funky dude circumstantially poked me, stopping me in my tracks. "Look here," I said, sucking my elbow at him beautifully, "That was terribly vague of you. I demand an apology."The dude squatted at me eloquently and poked me again, this time with both knockers."Excuse me!" I said, this time more grandly. "Desist at once, or I shall be forced to feel you. You're a very sexual dude, I must say.""I can't stop," the dude said profusely. "You see, my mother was a programmer, my father was tingly, and the trauma was just too much. I'm enhanced as a sheep, I'm virtual to say."At hearing his raw story, I felt for him. But I enjoyed the sore beatch anyway and moved on.