i found a place to do madlibs online.
here is mine:
The Missing Food Mystery
Dear fred,
Last week I helped solve a mystery and had a real sly time. When it was lunchtime, I found out my green wombat stew was missing.
I told miss thoreson* and she said the whole class could help me find my wombat stew. mariama thought she found it, but it turned out to be a small limb. particleman thought he found it, but it was someone's inside-out chick**. Finally, I found it under the window. It gallavanted out when I opened my lunchbox.
Next time, I'm going to put my wombat stew in a closed hobo so I won't lose it.
Your friend,
heatherfeather
*miss thoreson was my 7th grade science teacher. she was fun, but ditzy. in fact she never learned that my name wasn't the same as my sister's name, and in fact when i won the science fair with my AMAZING science project (dealing with the presence of food in the stomach when taking pain relievers), she made out the certificate to my sister. and she never learned how to spell fred's name correctly, either. and she nearly married a gay man.
** ew, this just turned into CSI
5 comments:
great words you used there in your mad lib! I'll have to give it a go...and that was quite the teacher you had. I once had a third grade teacher who was some sort of "earth momma" or something. She never wore a bra and should have, we didn't have desks (because I guess that was too establishment) but sat on the floor instead...the list goes on. My dad couldn't stand her---she stood too far outside the lines! :)
I like the part about putting aomething in a "closed hobo" because: wtf?
Yay! Mad libs online! I'm off to go do some.
something, not aomething!
For your viewing pleasure:
All a Dream
I fell asleep yesterday listening to an old album that my mom had. I really enjoyed it, though I had a weird dream. It was kind of like one of the old songs.
I've been workin' in Tijuana,
All the smarmy day.
I've been workin' in Tijuana,
Just to pass the time away.
Don't you hear the whistle dancing?
Rise up so early in the morn.
Don't you hear Jeb Bush shouting
"heatherfeather, walk your horn?"
heatherfeather, won't you walk,
heatherfeather, won't you walk,
heatherfeather, won't you walk your horn?
heatherfeather, won't you walk,
heatherfeather, won't you walk,
heatherfeather, won't you walk your horn?
Someone's in the bathroom with heatherfeather.
Someone's in the bathroom, I know.
Someone's in the bathroom with heatherfeather
Strumming on the old guitar.
It was the weirdest dream I've had in a long time!
mina, i was just hoping you'd recognize the title of this post!
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