Christmas Fill In The Blanks
Well hello there! I am taking a page from a friend's book today and I'm posting something a little more... interactive. This serves a dual purpose: one, it allows me to be semi-lazy with the posting, and two, it is entertaining to me as well as you and I might even gain a little bit of insight into my reader's psyches. Which may or may not be a good thing; we'll see.
Does this even make any sense yet?
Basically what I'm telling you is that I created a Christmas Mad Libs for you to do! Simply fill in your answers and post it to the comments section and hilarity will ensue. I guarantee.
Enjoy!
Does this even make any sense yet?
Basically what I'm telling you is that I created a Christmas Mad Libs for you to do! Simply fill in your answers and post it to the comments section and hilarity will ensue. I guarantee.
Enjoy!
posted by shelleycoughlin at 5:32 AM
5 Comments:
um, have you been reading my mind? i was just searching about the internet for something like this yesterday, only my mad lib was going to move along the lines of "beefed up, pretentious holiday newsletter." thanks for stealing my thunder :)
12:16 PM
My Mad Libs often make no sense...
As Santa's sleigh laughed into Boston on a nasty winter's night, he thought to himself, "Ho ho ho, I sure hope John is prepared to find him/herself on the naughty list this year! I wouldn't be surprised if he/she finds vomit under the tree this year after all the blowing they've been doing!"
When Santa reached his destination and went to cry on Rudolph's reins he got a quiet feeling in the pit of his stomach. Outside of the house was a sighing cross with a plastic statue of OJ Simpson slowly melting to the ground.
Santa was outraged that John would so defame his favorite celebrity that he decided he wouldn't even leave the socks he had originally planned on and darkly took off, back to the North Pole.
12:39 PM
Also? Blogger seems to be showing my real name now - so that's me.
12:44 PM
As Santa's sleigh pushed into Boston on a pink winter's night, he thought to himself, "Ho ho ho, I sure hope Terry is prepared to find him/herself on the naughty list this year! I wouldn't be surprised if he/she finds Rusty under the tree this year after all the licking they've been doing!"
When Santa reached his destination and went sleeping on Rudolph's reins he got a vivacious feeling in the pit of his stomach. Outside of the house was a sliding cross with a plastic statue of Tom Wopat slowly melting to the ground.
Santa was outraged that Terry would so defame his favorite celebrity that he decided he wouldn't even leave the noodles he had originally planned on and singingly took off, back to the North Pole.
2:42 AM
(Actually, it was my thunder which was thieved, but whatevs...)
As Santa's sleigh bitch slapped into Boston on a retarded winter's night, he thought to himself, "Ho ho ho, I sure hope Harold Potter is prepared to find him/herself on the naughty list this year! I wouldn't be surprised if he/she finds crab under the tree this year after all the rapping they've been doing!"
When Santa reached his destination and went puke on Rudolph's reins he got a esoteric feeling in the pit of his stomach. Outside of the house was a time traveling cross with a plastic statue of Jenny Lewis slowly melting to the ground.
Santa was outraged that Harold Potter would so defame his favorite celebrity that he decided he wouldn't even leave the photos of NPW he had originally planned on and smart-assedly took off, back to the North Pole.
7:43 AM
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