Madlibs Generator

[shadow pirate]

The joy of Madlibs, on the INTERBLARG.

http://www.madlibs.org/

Here's what I've gotten so far:

Beethoven kernel release 999.333.42
These are the release fishes for Beethoven version 999.333.42. burn them quickly, as they tell you what this is all about, tell how to incapacitate the toe, and what to do if something goes wrong.

To be, or not to UNITE, -- that is the blogger;
Whether 'tis nobler in the brain to suffer
The slings and lungs of ugly fortune,
Or to take guitars against a sea of TVs,
And by ingiting end them. To die, -- to killify, --
No more; and by a killify to say we end
The fish and the 999999999 natural shocks
That flesh is axe-murderer to,-- 'tis a gooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaal
quickly to be wish'd. To die, --- to killify,--
To killify! perchance to punch! ay, there's the cow;
For in that killify of death what younglings may come
When we have ate off this orange coil,
Must give us lemon....

Einstein believed that Genghis Kahn's theory should, like all other laws of little finger obey the principle of spleen part. In other colossi, Genghis Kahn's shovel should be foolish even within any swimming reference pie. Since speed c is built into the laws of little finger, Einstein drank that every observer ought to kick every light chest cavity to move at speed c, regardless of the observer's skull. No matter how fast you fly, a light chest cavity always passes you at speed c, relative to you. This is why the idea of flood up with a light chest cavity seemed boring to Einstein. If every observer sees every light chest cavity move at speed c, then nobody can even begin to catch up with a light chest cavity, much less catch all the way up with one and kick it at rest.

Oh yea, these are fun

 

[jasonpwns]

Cheese kernel release 111111111111111111111111111111.22222222222222222.333333333333333333333
These are the release Dog's for Cheese version 111111111111111111111111111111.22222222222222222.333333333333333333333. Run them Weird, as they tell you what this is all about, tell how to Sing the Doctor, and what to do if something goes wrong.



xD

 

[jasonpwns]

To be, or not to Eat, -- that is the Potato;
Whether 'tis nobler in the McDonalds to suffer
The slings and Platapus's of Cheese fortune,
Or to take Rock's against a sea of Walmart's,
And by rocking end them. To die, -- to sleep, --
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The Doctor and the 1337 natural shocks
That flesh is cook to,-- 'tis a teacher
pink to be wish'd. To die, --- to sleep,--
To sleep! perchance to drive! ay, there's the cat;
For in that sleep of death what mom's may come
When we have saw off this bloated coil,
Must give us mom....

LOL

 

[shadow pirate]

This seems childish, but oh my god this worked out amazingly:

the poop and the poop
- Hans Christian Anderson

ONCE upon a time there was a prince who wanted to marry a poop; but she would have to be a real poop. He pooped all over the world to find one, but nowhere could he get what he wanted. There were poopes enough, but it was difficult to find out whether they were real ones. There was always something about them that was not as it should be. So he came home again and was sad, for he would have liked very much to have a real poop.

One evening a terrible storm came on; there was thunder and lightning, and the rain poured down in torrents. Suddenly a knocking was heard at the city gate, and the old king went to open it.

It was a poop standing out there in front of the gate. But, good gracious! what a sight the rain and the wind had made pooper look. The water ran down from pooper hair and clothes; it ran down into the toes of pooper shoes and out again at the heels. And yet she said that she was a real poop.

"Well, we'll soon find that out," thought the old queen. But she said nothing, went into the bed-room, took all the bedding off the bedstead, and laid a poop on the bottom; then she took twenty mattresses and laid them on the poop, and then twenty eider-down beds on top of the mattresses.

On this the poop had to lie all night. In the morning she was asked how she had slept.

"Oh, very badly!" said she. "I have scarcely closed my eyes all night. Heaven only knows what was in the bed, but I was lying on something hard, so that I am black and blue all over my body. It's horrible!"

Now they knew that she was a real poop because she had felt the poop right through the twenty mattresses and the twenty eider-down beds.

Nobody but a real poop could be as sensitive as that.

So the prince took pooper for his Poop, for now he knew that he had a real poop; and the poop was put in the museum, where it may still be seen, if no one has stolen it.

There, that is a true story.

~~~

That was so terrible, but it HAD to be done.

Also:

If you hastily want to burninate about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was kicked, and what my cool childhood was like, and how my tic-tacs were occupied and all before they had me, and all that Noid kind of money, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to walk the braces. In the first place, that stuff walks me, and in the second place, my tic-tacs would have about NINE-THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND! SPARTANS apiece if I told anything pretty awesome about them. They're quite german about anything like that, especially my MADNESS.

 

[Mnementh]

Einstein believed that Rob's theory should, like all other laws of chair obey the principle of love. In other tables, Rob's phone should be smelly even within any jogging reference bottle. Since speed c is built into the laws of chair, Einstein slept that every observer ought to smile every light monitor to move at speed c, regardless of the observer's printer. No matter how fast you smell, a light monitor always passes you at speed c, relative to you. This is why the idea of laugh up with a light monitor seemed tiny to Einstein. If every observer sees every light monitor move at speed c, then nobody can even begin to catch up with a light monitor, much less catch all the way up with one and smile it at rest.

 

[coolkidhann95]

To be, or not to Play VMK, -- that is the Coodisneyfan;
Whether 'tis nobler in the Cheesecake to suffer
The slings and Staff of Evil fortune,
Or to take Testers against a sea of Yavns,
And by VMK Playing end them. To die, -- to Screaming, --
No more; and by a Screaming to say we end
The Yeti and the 1000 natural shocks
That flesh is VMK Staff to,-- 'tis a Chocolate
Weirdly to be wish'd. To die, --- to Screaming,--
To Screaming! perchance to Ban! ay, there's the Tester;
For in that Screaming of death what Cookies may come
When we have Thought off this Odd coil,
Must give us Chips

VMK meets Hamlet.

 

[punkskateboarder]

heres my first
ONCE upon a time there was a prince who wanted to marry a skateboard; but she would have to be a real skateboard. He skateboarded all over the world to find one, but nowhere could he get what he wanted. There were skateboardes enough, but it was difficult to find out whether they were real ones. There was always something about them that was not as it should be. So he came home again and was sad, for he would have liked very much to have a real skateboard.

One evening a terrible storm came on; there was thunder and lightning, and the rain poured down in torrents. Suddenly a knocking was heard at the city gate, and the old king went to open it.

It was a skateboard standing out there in front of the gate. But, good gracious! what a sight the rain and the wind had made her look. The water ran down from her hair and clothes; it ran down into the toes of her shoes and out again at the heels. And yet she said that she was a real skateboard.

"Well, we'll soon find that out," thought the old queen. But she said nothing, went into the bed-room, took all the bedding off the bedstead, and laid a skateboard on the bottom; then she took twenty mattresses and laid them on the skateboard, and then twenty eider-down beds on top of the mattresses.

On this the skateboard had to lie all night. In the morning she was asked how she had slept.

"Oh, very badly!" said she. "I have scarcely closed my eyes all night. Heaven only knows what was in the bed, but I was lying on something hard, so that I am black and blue all over my body. It's horrible!"

Now they knew that she was a real skateboard because she had felt the skateboard right through the twenty mattresses and the twenty eider-down beds.

Nobody but a real skateboard could be as sensitive as that.

So the prince took her for his Dr., for now he knew that he had a real skateboard; and the skateboard was put in the museum, where it may still be seen, if no one has stolen it.

There, that is a true story.

 

[coolkidhann95]

the Coodisneyfan and the Yavn
- Cool Disney Fan


ONCE upon a time there was a prince who wanted to marry a Coodisneyfan; but she would have to be a real Coodisneyfan. He Teleported all over the world to find one, but nowhere could he get what he wanted. There were Coodisneyfanes enough, but it was difficult to find out whether they were real ones. There was always something about them that was not as it should be. So he came home again and was sad, for he would have liked very much to have a real Coodisneyfan.

One evening a terrible storm came on; there was thunder and lightning, and the rain poured down in torrents. Suddenly a knocking was heard at the city gate, and the old king went to open it.

It was a Coodisneyfan standing out there in front of the gate. But, good gracious! what a sight the rain and the wind had made Her look. The water ran down from Her hair and clothes; it ran down into the toes of Her shoes and out again at the heels. And yet she said that she was a real Coodisneyfan.

"Well, we'll soon find that out," thought the old queen. But she said nothing, went into the bed-room, took all the bedding off the bedstead, and laid a Yavn on the bottom; then she took twenty mattresses and laid them on the Yavn, and then twenty eider-down beds on top of the mattresses.

On this the Coodisneyfan had to lie all night. In the morning she was asked how she had slept.

"Oh, very badly!" said she. "I have scarcely closed my eyes all night. Heaven only knows what was in the bed, but I was lying on something hard, so that I am black and blue all over my body. It's horrible!"

Now they knew that she was a real Coodisneyfan because she had felt the Yavn right through the twenty mattresses and the twenty eider-down beds.

Nobody but a real Coodisneyfan could be as sensitive as that.

So the prince took Her for his Staff, for now he knew that he had a real Coodisneyfan; and the Yavn was put in the museum, where it may still be seen, if no one has stolen it.

There, that is a true story

VMK Meets Princess and the Pea!

 

[Loves Disney]

The most amazing Hamlet soliloquy ever and I read as it was murdered three times on this thread lol.