Mad Libs Anyone?
 

http://www.wtv-zone.com/LadyBoheme/dearsanta.html

pretty good one. post your results....




*****Please do the mad lib before reading others' results...








Mine was hilarious but i accidentally closed the window. : (

Dear Santa,

I have been a good boy.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at roger's Christmas party. It was adam who spiked the punch with too much beer. I can't help it if I drank 27 glasses. It was so good--- smelled and tasted just like ganja.

I thought it was funny when I put steve's panties on my head and danced the cha-cha on the chesterfield while singing `rainy day woman'. I didn't mean to break roger's dvd player and don't know why roger would sue me for malicious mischief.

I don't remember calling jeff's wife a fucked cow---even though she looked like one with green eye shadow and pink lipstick!

And when I threw up on jenn's husband's penis, it was only because I ate too much of that pretzel.

After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my nova through my neighbor's bathroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a giant giraffe and have me arrested for extortion!

So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all fucked and screwed. And I'm really not to blame for any of this jacked stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!

Sincerely and fucked yours,
ian (Really a nice boy!)

P.S. It's only 1234 bucks!

ROTFL

Dear Santa,

I have been a good boy.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at LUCLONELY's Christmas party. It was pr0 who spiked the punch with too much vodka. I can't help it if I drank 8 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like shit.

I thought it was funny when I put jenny's underwear on my head and danced the square dance on the desk while singing `Lollipop porn bitch'. I didn't mean to break LUCLONELY's vibrator and don't know why LUCLONELY would sue me for lewd behaviour.

I don't remember calling Steve's wife a cummy goat---even though she looked like one with pink eye shadow and green lipstick!

And when I threw up on Jessica's husband's feet, it was only because I ate too much of that burgers.

After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my unicycle through my neighbor's kitchen. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a dirty dog and have me arrested for obscenity!

So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all grave and flashy. And I'm really not to blame for any of this horny stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!

Sincerely and kinkyly yours,
Dildozer (Really a nice boy!)

P.S. It's only 910 bucks!

lol... cant stop laughing whlie reading these...

Is there a site with more of this shit???

Dear Santa,

I have been a good boy.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at sean's Christmas party. It was mike who spiked the punch with too much milk. I can't help it if I drank 12 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like butt sweat.

I thought it was funny when I put ian's thong on my head and danced the flamenco on the chair while singing `she rides'. I didn't mean to break sean's dildo and don't know why sean would sue me for fraud.

I don't remember calling Isaac's wife a toasted pig---even though she looked like one with black eye shadow and white lipstick!

And when I threw up on Liz's husband's Anus, it was only because I ate too much of that Brocoli.

After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Hummer through my neighbor's Bathroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a burnt cat and have me arrested for theft!

So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all scrubbed and salty. And I'm really not to blame for any of this thick stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!

Sincerely and running yours,
Ryan (Really a nice boy!)

P.S. It's only 5 bucks!

Dear Santa,

I have been a good boy.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at Kat's Christmas party. It was Amy who spiked the punch with too much Tea. I can't help it if I drank 72 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like BO.

I thought it was funny when I put Jessica's panties on my head and danced the the robot on the chair while singing `so much for the afterglow'. I didn't mean to break Kat's monitor and don't know why Kat would sue me for rape.

I don't remember calling Bob's wife a extra pig---even though she looked like one with blue eye shadow and pink lipstick!

And when I threw up on Jody's husband's penis, it was only because I ate too much of that candy.

After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my hummer through my neighbor's roof. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a very cat and have me arrested for torture!

So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all small and dark. And I'm really not to blame for any of this large stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!

Sincerely and really yours,
Jon (Really a nice boy!)

P.S. It's only 12 bucks!

This is too much... I accidentally closed the window. i'll do it again later and post the results.

And when I threw up on Jody's husband's penis, it was only because I ate too much of that candy.


LMAO

Better smoke on somethin first.

I did.

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Dear Santa,

I have been a good boy.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at Quiet's Christmas party. It was Labret who spiked the punch with too much Vodka. I can't help it if I drank 69 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like Vomit and Carrots.

I thought it was funny when I put Amp's panties on my head and danced the second line on the sofa while singing `Baby got Back'. I didn't mean to break Quiet's radio and don't know why Quiet would sue me for murder.

I don't remember calling Sly's wife a dumb goat---even though she looked like one with black eye shadow and red lipstick!

After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my car through my neighbor's bathroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a stinky cat and have me arrested for prostitution!

So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all dumb and drunk. And I'm really not to blame for any of this dirty stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!

Sincerely and very yours,
Fletch (Really a nice boy!)

P.S. It's only 10 bucks! </font>

Found some more....


from this one:
http://rinkworks.com/crazylibs/c/o12.shtml


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I have never seen a place that looked more like a theme park that wasn't. We went to the airport yesterday, and there were more beads and parking lots than I could count. Each lot was chock full of roller blades and f-16's, and those little mule things Europeans drive. We parked (it only cost 77 dollars per hour) and went in. The hustle and bustle was fluffy, people -- chicks, sluts, dumbasses, you name it -- hurrying everywhere, lube in tow.

Along the edges were gift shops and dildo shops, vendors selling blisters to hippies, ticket booths, agony officials, and grievance guards. On the loudspeaker, some dude was announcing when the meds were arriving and departing.

We put our syringes on the big conveyor battery, then went to kick our gate and beat, where they would be massaging people, one at a time, until we all smacked.

The dumbest part was when the plane started contemplating down the runaway. The engines revved up and emitted a fart sound, then punished down the runaway at the greasy speed of 1975 miles per hour! Once we were in the air, I felt more stinky, though, and let me tell you, the clouds look so much more wet from the air.



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More....
http://rinkworks.com/crazylibs/

Dear Santa,

I have been a good Girl.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at Marc's Christmas party. It was Sandra who spiked the punch with too much Sambuca. I can't help it if I drank 20 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like baking bread.

I thought it was funny when I put Chris's coat on my head and danced the waltz on the chair while singing `Happy Birthday'. I didn't mean to break Marc's stereo and don't know why Marc would sue me for mugging.

I don't remember calling John's wife a hot cow---even though she looked like one with red eye shadow and black lipstick!

And when I threw up on Mandy's husband's belly, it was only because I ate too much of that pizza.

After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my bus through my neighbor's bedroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a fun cat and have me arrested for mail fraud!

So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all bad and good. And I'm really not to blame for any of this big stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!

Sincerely and quickly yours,
Sarah (Really a nice Girl!)

P.S. It's only 26 bucks!