Technology is great ain't it?
So I had a little downtime today! I know, can you believe it?
ANYWAY I decided to do a few madlibs to pass the time!
The Stupid Terror Of The Snow
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Offdensen and Lupin III went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Offdensen hit Lupin III in his sideburn with a big prickly iceball. It hurt a lot, but Offdensen kissed it breathlessly and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really squishy snow man!" Offdensen said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Lupin III said. "That would be more fuzzy and politically correct."
"I know," Offdensen said. "We can make a snow octopus. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up confusedly and made a persnickety snow octopus. Offdensen put on an elevator for the eyebrow. The octopus was almost as big as Lupin III.
"It looks bubbly," Offdensen said coyly. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," Lupin III said and held up a slimy pinecone. "I found this in Asia." He put the pinecone onto the octopus's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the octopus, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like a camel looks at a washing machine.
Lupin III screamed nonchalantly and ran but the snow octopus chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow octopus sluttered him dangerously.
"Nobody does that to my little Ticklish Pizza," Offdensen screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow octopus through the butt. It fell down and Offdensen kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" Lupin III said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The pinecone lay in the yard until an opaque child picked it up and took it home.
Oooh and this one's good too!
I'm Dreaming Of A Bloody Christmas
It was Christmas Eve. The Monarch sat mimickingly by the circus, sipping crazy eggnog.
He looked at the orange yarn hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Greed had hung it there, just before they looked at each other abusively and then fell into each other's arms and snapped each other's hip.
If only I hadn't been so tingly, The Monarch thought, pouring a revolutionary amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Greed might not have got so tragic and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a sharp tear and held his earlobe in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a terrible voice lifted fawningly up in song.
"I'm dreaming of a bloody Christmas
Just like a snowblower romancing a windsock"
The Monarch ran to the door. It was Greed, looking sticky all over with snow.
"I missed you shamefully," Greed said. "And I wanted to snap your hip again."
The Monarch hugged Greed and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Greed said.
"I think so too," The Monarch said and they snapped each other's hip until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted butterfly eyebrow and lived gloopily until The Monarch got drunk again.
Pretty realistic on that second one. Hmm, maybe one more. I'll use a random generator to pick two people AT TOTAL RANDOM!
Husky Love
Fujiko Mine finished packing. Ever since Dr. Girlfriend, her own true love, had been lost at sea, Fujiko Mine had been salty.
There was nothing left for her anymore, nothing swooned her, all was frisky. So today, Valentine's Day, she was going on the beach to become a bouncy water bed.
Just then, there was a pink knock at the door. Fujiko Mine opened it and stood there piteously for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising her breast.
When Fujiko Mine came to, Dr. Girlfriend was holding her lip and looking armomatic. "My love," Dr. Girlfriend said thunderously, "I'm sorry for the lacey shock. I've been shipwrecked on a willowy island for the last ten years, living like a pair of over ripe melons. I was only rescued last week." She paused. "I lost my toe in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Fujiko Mine could hardly believe her Dr. Girlfriend had returned. "I will always love you, toe or no toe. Besides, you can cover it up with a bra."
They embraced twangily and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was snuggly.
... uh. Oops? :D
ANYWAY I decided to do a few madlibs to pass the time!
The Stupid Terror Of The Snow
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Offdensen and Lupin III went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Offdensen hit Lupin III in his sideburn with a big prickly iceball. It hurt a lot, but Offdensen kissed it breathlessly and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really squishy snow man!" Offdensen said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Lupin III said. "That would be more fuzzy and politically correct."
"I know," Offdensen said. "We can make a snow octopus. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up confusedly and made a persnickety snow octopus. Offdensen put on an elevator for the eyebrow. The octopus was almost as big as Lupin III.
"It looks bubbly," Offdensen said coyly. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," Lupin III said and held up a slimy pinecone. "I found this in Asia." He put the pinecone onto the octopus's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the octopus, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like a camel looks at a washing machine.
Lupin III screamed nonchalantly and ran but the snow octopus chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow octopus sluttered him dangerously.
"Nobody does that to my little Ticklish Pizza," Offdensen screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow octopus through the butt. It fell down and Offdensen kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" Lupin III said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The pinecone lay in the yard until an opaque child picked it up and took it home.
Oooh and this one's good too!
I'm Dreaming Of A Bloody Christmas
It was Christmas Eve. The Monarch sat mimickingly by the circus, sipping crazy eggnog.
He looked at the orange yarn hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Greed had hung it there, just before they looked at each other abusively and then fell into each other's arms and snapped each other's hip.
If only I hadn't been so tingly, The Monarch thought, pouring a revolutionary amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Greed might not have got so tragic and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a sharp tear and held his earlobe in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a terrible voice lifted fawningly up in song.
"I'm dreaming of a bloody Christmas
Just like a snowblower romancing a windsock"
The Monarch ran to the door. It was Greed, looking sticky all over with snow.
"I missed you shamefully," Greed said. "And I wanted to snap your hip again."
The Monarch hugged Greed and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Greed said.
"I think so too," The Monarch said and they snapped each other's hip until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted butterfly eyebrow and lived gloopily until The Monarch got drunk again.
Pretty realistic on that second one. Hmm, maybe one more. I'll use a random generator to pick two people AT TOTAL RANDOM!
Husky Love
Fujiko Mine finished packing. Ever since Dr. Girlfriend, her own true love, had been lost at sea, Fujiko Mine had been salty.
There was nothing left for her anymore, nothing swooned her, all was frisky. So today, Valentine's Day, she was going on the beach to become a bouncy water bed.
Just then, there was a pink knock at the door. Fujiko Mine opened it and stood there piteously for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising her breast.
When Fujiko Mine came to, Dr. Girlfriend was holding her lip and looking armomatic. "My love," Dr. Girlfriend said thunderously, "I'm sorry for the lacey shock. I've been shipwrecked on a willowy island for the last ten years, living like a pair of over ripe melons. I was only rescued last week." She paused. "I lost my toe in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Fujiko Mine could hardly believe her Dr. Girlfriend had returned. "I will always love you, toe or no toe. Besides, you can cover it up with a bra."
They embraced twangily and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was snuggly.
... uh. Oops? :D