HOoray for computers.
Hooray for Mad Libs.
Dream Girl:
My girl of my dreams has Nice bluehair scented like eggs.
Her eyes are like two slimmy pools of pee.
And her lips remind me of yucky frogs.
Her skin is as smooth and lovely as a/an green Vu, and she has a figure like Connor in the bathroom.
When she enters a room, people always stare at her and say, "Wah! What a/an Softwoman!”
Her sense of humor is always Rough, and people marvel at her Hardvocabulary.
In my dreams I see her wearing a/an Naughtydress and a diamond Peter in her hair.
I would gladly give up all my Peters for one evening with this Annoying female.
Her name is Kirsten in her bedroom.
Dream Booiii:
My “Dream Man” should, first of all, be very small and big.
He should have a physique like Barney, a profile like Ronald Mcdonald, and the intelligence of a/an Pug. He must be polite and always remember to Stamped my computer, to tip his chicken, and to take my arm when crossing the street.
He should move quickly, should have a/an gross voice, and should always dress softly.
I would also like him to be a/an crappydancer, and when we’re alone, he should whisper shitty nothings in my fingers and hold my fat bagel.
I know a/an weird man like this is hard to find.
In fact, the only one I can think of is Voo Poo in the sala.
Dream Girl:
My girl of my dreams has Nice bluehair scented like eggs.
Her eyes are like two slimmy pools of pee.
And her lips remind me of yucky frogs.
Her skin is as smooth and lovely as a/an green Vu, and she has a figure like Connor in the bathroom.
When she enters a room, people always stare at her and say, "Wah! What a/an Softwoman!”
Her sense of humor is always Rough, and people marvel at her Hardvocabulary.
In my dreams I see her wearing a/an Naughtydress and a diamond Peter in her hair.
I would gladly give up all my Peters for one evening with this Annoying female.
Her name is Kirsten in her bedroom.
Dream Booiii:
My “Dream Man” should, first of all, be very small and big.
He should have a physique like Barney, a profile like Ronald Mcdonald, and the intelligence of a/an Pug. He must be polite and always remember to Stamped my computer, to tip his chicken, and to take my arm when crossing the street.
He should move quickly, should have a/an gross voice, and should always dress softly.
I would also like him to be a/an crappydancer, and when we’re alone, he should whisper shitty nothings in my fingers and hold my fat bagel.
I know a/an weird man like this is hard to find.
In fact, the only one I can think of is Voo Poo in the sala.