Thursday, June 12, 2008
Barfday Mad Lib
It's my birthday. Woot!
When I was a kid I was crazy about Mad Libs and always got tons of them as gifts. Remember those? I decided to make one myself this year. As a present to me, do this Mad Lib won't you? Have fun and be creative. I'll post the one that makes me spit out my coffee.
P.S. Don't be afraid to be filthy. You know how I likes that.
Prunella Jones awoke early on the gloriously 1._(adj)__ morning of June 12th, 2008. It was her birthday and she was very 2.__(adj)__ about it.
3._(verb)_ing out of bed, she wandered over to the mirror and checked herself out.
"Happy birthday, you 4._(adj)__ 5._(noun)__ !" she said aloud. "You certainly don't look 6._(age)_. Although your 7._(body part)__ could use a little 8._(verb)_. Still, all in all not too bad." She then kissed her reflection, made a few sexy faces at herself, and began to plan her day.
This birthday was going to be 9._(adj)_. Unlike last year, when she got super 10._(adj)_ and ended the evening 11._(verb)_ing in a trash can. Ugh, she grimaced at the memory.
Her birthday last year had started off well enough. She met some friends at a 12._(place)_. It was very mellow. They had 13._(verb)_ed and 14._(verb)_ed. And then someone had offered her 15._(noun)_.
"Why not," she thought, and 16._(verb)_ed it.
The 17._(noun)_ made her feel so good that she decided to have more. Then she went to a bar and started 18._(verb)_ing. One 19._(noun)_ quickly became four. She thought she was being witty and fun, but really she was being loud and 20._(adj)_. And the more 21._(noun)_s she had, the louder she got.
Finally, her friends ended up 22._(verb)_ing her to the car as she was quite 23._(adj)_.
She passed out right away, but halfway home she sputtered to conciousness feeling urgently 24._(adj)_.
"Oh 25._(noun)_!" she yelled. "Pull over! I'm going to 26._(verb)_!"
"No, no," her friend cried. "We're on the freeway. Stick your 27._(body part)_ out the window and breathe!"
The window was halfway down when she began to 28._(verb)_ violently all over the place, much to her shame.
"29._(explitive)_ Prunella, you lightweight!" her friend groaned as he surveyed the car with disgust. She started to apologise but no words would come out, only more 30._(noun)_.
Now staring at herself in the mirror, Prunella shuddered at the memory.
"That won't happen again this year," she vowed to herself. "Tonight, I'm only having one 31._(noun)_! I swear!"