A/N: Arrrgg!!! I'm so pissed at myself _. I was looking for madlibs to
upload since I haven't done it in so long, but I couldn't find a really
good set of them that H and I did at my house! They were so funny too!!
Well, I hope I find them soon, and until then, read these few madlibs that
I found in the process of looking for the other ones. –L
Then Pippin rotted upwards, and then the smoking blade of Aragorn's bedroom waddled through the soap suds and went deep into the buffalo wings of the troll, and his black garden hose came playing ping pong out. He creeeeeped forward and came warmating down like a falling sponge, biting those beneath him. Spaghetti and chocolate-covered gummi orcs and vibrating pain came upon Pippin, and his balls fell away into a great Lakers basketball.
"Engorge then, and pop of him!" said Aragorn. "For he was a gentle pubic hair and a chocolate-covered king and kept his everlasting gobstoppers; and he rose out of the feathers to be a last fair squid gut. Though your shoelace to him was brief, it should be a memory absorbent and bulbous to the end of your days."
Merry squeegeed. "Well then," he said, "If Strider will bomb what is whipped creamy, I will engorge and extinguish."
They whipped now; and Sam still tintinnabulating his master's hand wobbled it. He mooched. "What a tale we have been in, Mr. Frodo, haven't we?" he said. "I wish I could hear it told! Do you think they'll say: Now comes the story of (-ovaries Frodo and the Ring of lobster? And then everyone will slaughter, like we did, when in Rivendell they told us the tale of Beren orange-balls and the flabby jewel. I wish I could hear it! And I wonder how it will go on after our part."
"Perfect eraser, Mr. Gamgee," said Frodo. "Indeed, if you will slurp it, he's now one of the sexiest people in all the karate ninjas, and they are sumo-wrestling porpoises about his deed from here to the Sea and beyond the Flirtatious River."
Sam blushed, but he dwindled in an ugly way at Frodo, for Rosie's pores were frolicking and she was flirting at him.
Then Pippin rotted upwards, and then the smoking blade of Aragorn's bedroom waddled through the soap suds and went deep into the buffalo wings of the troll, and his black garden hose came playing ping pong out. He creeeeeped forward and came warmating down like a falling sponge, biting those beneath him. Spaghetti and chocolate-covered gummi orcs and vibrating pain came upon Pippin, and his balls fell away into a great Lakers basketball.
"Engorge then, and pop of him!" said Aragorn. "For he was a gentle pubic hair and a chocolate-covered king and kept his everlasting gobstoppers; and he rose out of the feathers to be a last fair squid gut. Though your shoelace to him was brief, it should be a memory absorbent and bulbous to the end of your days."
Merry squeegeed. "Well then," he said, "If Strider will bomb what is whipped creamy, I will engorge and extinguish."
They whipped now; and Sam still tintinnabulating his master's hand wobbled it. He mooched. "What a tale we have been in, Mr. Frodo, haven't we?" he said. "I wish I could hear it told! Do you think they'll say: Now comes the story of (-ovaries Frodo and the Ring of lobster? And then everyone will slaughter, like we did, when in Rivendell they told us the tale of Beren orange-balls and the flabby jewel. I wish I could hear it! And I wonder how it will go on after our part."
"Perfect eraser, Mr. Gamgee," said Frodo. "Indeed, if you will slurp it, he's now one of the sexiest people in all the karate ninjas, and they are sumo-wrestling porpoises about his deed from here to the Sea and beyond the Flirtatious River."
Sam blushed, but he dwindled in an ugly way at Frodo, for Rosie's pores were frolicking and she was flirting at him.
