Mad Lib Results

Here is the Mad Lib that every­one helped on:

There was this wheel­bar­row, see. He is the one who did it. No no no. Pay at­ten­tion. It was yes­ter­day dawn and I was about twenty-six yards from the near­est cof­fee when sud­denly there was this ter­ri­ble sound. It was like 66 lla­mas mat­ing in unison with trom­bone ac­com­pa­ni­ment. I looked south­east and I saw this in­digo cloud of sta­plers which wasn’t the strangest part. The strange part was the in­ef­fec­tive man­ner in which the mar­bles of the po­lice­men who then ap­peared to yam­mer it kept jiger­man­ing against it.

Out of this dis­as­ter emerged the wheel­bar­row. It looked very ass-ugly amid all of the wreck­age of the city. He ap­proached me and since I was trapped un­der­neath a desk I couldn’t go to Soviet Russia. He said to me ‘Go the Distance’ and then went to the place that hairy wheel­bar­rows go af­ter they have sin­gle­hand­edly smacked an en­tire city block. 

The cops de­cided that I was the one to be sent to Las Vegas over this, they even thought my stained lime–col­ored un­der­pants were some sort of ter­ror­ist de­vice meant to spread frus­tra­tion and hope­less­ness among the pop­u­lace. That is the rea­son I was naked in the pub­lic square, Your Honor. I swear.

And here is Five Dollar Beer’s con­tri­bu­tion:

There was this mog­wai, see. He is the one who did it. No no no. Pay at­ten­tion. It was yes­ter­day 7:00am and I was about 12 yards from the near­est van when sud­denly there was this ter­ri­ble sound. It was like 172 goats mat­ing in unison with ocarina ac­com­pa­ni­ment. I looked north and I saw this neon green cloud of CDs which wasn’t the strangest part. The strange part was the in­ef­fec­tive man­ner in which the grem­lins of the po­lice­men who then ap­peared to buy it kept harus­ing against it.

Out of this dis­as­ter emerged the mog­wai. It looked very wrinkly amid all of the wreck­age of the city. He ap­proached me and since I was trapped un­der­neath a pump­kin I couldn’t go to South Dakota. He said to me ‘suck it’ and then went to the place that homely mog­wai go af­ter hav­ing sin­gle­hand­edly eaten an en­tire city block. 

The cops de­cided that I was the one to be sent to Oaxaca over this, they even thought my stained shit-brown un­der­pants were some sort of ter­ror­ist de­vice meant to spread frus­tra­tion and ela­tion among the pop­u­lace. That is the rea­son I was naked in the pub­lic square, Your Honor. I swear.

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