Two farts, both alike in dignity/In fair Hoboken, where we lay our scene

September 30, 2014 10:07 PM

Mad:)Takes - 188 Free Online Mad Libs™
posted by not_on_display (14 comments total)

I am really pissed off at someone right now so I put in all the words I'm feeling and the result gave me a chuckle. Thank you, I can go to bed now.
posted by Dragonness at 10:21 PM on September 30, 2014 [1 favorite]

Picture yourself in a shoebox on a river,
With pie trees and pizza skies
Somebody calls you, you f*** quite garishly,
A girl with onerous eyes.
posted by pony707 at 11:06 PM on September 30, 2014

+10 for the title.
posted by benito.strauss at 11:48 PM on September 30, 2014 [9 favorites]

There goes my work day. Too bad I'm not a writer for Fox news.
posted by waving at 3:56 AM on October 1, 2014 [1 favorite]

I tried to stay in the spirit of mad libs:

"Dear Uncle Fester,
I am having a(n) stinky time at camp. The counselour is clean and the food is humongous. I met Mathowie and we became violet friends. Unfortunately, Mathowie is shiny and I pooped my ankle so we couldn`t go grunting like everybody else. I need more dogs and a sock sharpener, so please expeditiously sell more when you climb back.
Your third cousin twice removed,
Xenophobe"
posted by ROU_Xenophobe at 4:03 AM on October 1, 2014 [5 favorites]

+10 for the title.

Reminds me of why Jorge Garcia once said he got bored with Mad Libs quickly - "seriously, how many times can you write the word 'fart'?"
posted by EmpressCallipygos at 4:42 AM on October 1, 2014 [1 favorite]

Be kind to your Aardvark-footed Sheep
For a duck may be somebody`s Pillow,
Be kind to your Sheep in Denver
Where the weather is always Irradiated.

You may think that this is the Squash,
Well it is.

Hmm.
posted by sonic meat machine at 4:45 AM on October 1, 2014

I've mentioned this before on Metafilter, but: In maybe third grade, one of my teachers did group Mad Libs with the class maybe once a week or so. In retrospect, I admire her calm and accepting perseverance, because, at least in my memory, this is how it always would go:

To sit on the toilet, or not to sit on the toilet,--that is the question:--
Whether `tis more toilety in the mind to go to the toilet
The toilets and toilets of toiletish fortune
Or to take toilet against a sea of toilets,
And by opposing end them?--To die,--to look at the toilet,--
No more; and by a look at the toilet to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand toiletish shocks
That flesh is heir to,--`tis a toilet
Devoutly to be wish`d. To die,--to sit on the toilet;--
To sit on the toilet! perchance to dream:--ay, there`s the toilet;
For in that sit on the toilet of death what dreams may come,
When we have toileted off this mortal toilet,
Must give us pause: there`s the respect
That makes calamity of so toilet-like life...

posted by Flunkie at 5:31 AM on October 1, 2014 [2 favorites]

Malkovich.

Malkovich?

Malkovich, Malkovich, Malkovich!

...Malkovich?
posted by Naberius at 7:35 AM on October 1, 2014

>> seriously, how many times can you write the word 'fart'?

If you do that with one of the Love Letter entries on the site, it comes out as if written by James Joyce.
posted by frogstar42 at 8:02 AM on October 1, 2014 [1 favorite]

Reminds me of why Jorge Garcia once said he got bored with Mad Libs quickly - "seriously, how many times can you write the word 'fart'?"

Having once been in third grade myself, and having recently worked a great deal with third graders, I can assure you the answer would not even fit in this comment box.
posted by Wolfdog at 8:02 AM on October 1, 2014 [4 favorites]

Picture yourself in a Fart on a river,
With Fart trees and Fart skies
Somebody calls you, you Fart quite Fart,
A girl with Fart eyes.

Cellophane Fart of Fart and green,
Fart over your head.
Fart for the girl with the Fart in her eyes,
And she`s gone.

Fart in the sky with Fart...
Fart in the sky with Fart...
Fart in the sky with Fart...

Follow her down to a Fart by a fountain
Where rocking horse Fart eat Fart pies,
Everyone Farts as you Fart past the flowers,
That Fart so incredibly high.

Newspaper Fart appear on the shore,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the back with your Fart in the clouds,
And you`re gone.

Picture yourself on a train in a Fart,
With Fart porters with looking glass Fart,
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile,
The girl with Fart eyes.

Fart in the sky with Fart...
Fart in the sky with Fart...
Fart in the sky with Fart...
posted by blue_beetle at 10:26 AM on October 1, 2014 [1 favorite]

seriously, how many times can you write the word 'fart'?

quite a few actually.

also, butts. Butts are always funny.
posted by rabbitrabbit at 1:37 PM on October 1, 2014

Life is like a distinction here in Mountain Lionburg
Race bikes, lasers, calves - it`s a Mountain Lion blur
You might fib a mystery or rewrite sports

Mountain Lion Tales, Oo-oo
Tales of plastic-do, bad and hulking luck tales, oo-oo

D-d-d-danger, watch behind you - there`s a laser gun out to shirk you
Tales of wry-do, bad and written luck tales, oo-oo
Not pony asparaguses or paper tails but Mountain Lion Tales, oo-oo!

When it seems they`re approached for the final squirrel
miscreant deduction never defends, that`s for certain
The worst of riots become sisters-in-law!

Mountain Lion Tales, Oo-oo
Tales of wry-do, bad and written luck tales, oo-oo
Not pony saddles or foam tails but Mountain Lion Tales, oo-oo!
posted by Splunge at 9:01 PM on October 1, 2014 [1 favorite]