Mad Libs

Last night I was shifting through the pile of "brain game books"  by my chair and came across a book of Mad Libs.  We hadn't done them since we were kids, so I had Ryan give me words to fill in the blanks and I though I would share!

Description of the Lovely Group That I Am In:
We are having a perfectly blue time this evening in the fluffy home of Heather.  The rooms are decorated happily with many stylish horses that must have cost 12 dollars.  The guests are all dry conversationalists and are all quietly dressed.  Herbert (our plant) has been entertaining us by telling us the time he showed his boney flubber to Julia (our other plant), who mistook it for an early American clump. The refreshments are bulging, and the idea of serving how and wet hors d'oeuvres showed imagination.  Visiting here is always a sexual experience.  


My Dream Man:
My "Dream Man" should, first of all, be very rubbery and crispy.  He should have a physique like Brittany Spears, a profile like Tom Hanks, and the intelligence of a shrew.  He must be polite and always remember to drop my turd, to tip his boat, and to take my eyebrow when crossing the street.  He should move sheepishly, should have a stinky voice, and should always dress quickly.  I would also lie him to be a lumpy dancer, and when we're alone, he should whisper black nothings in my ankle and hole my round carpet.  I know a broken man like this is hard to find.  In fact, the only one I can think of is Ryan.  

I had forgotten just how fun those stupid little things were until I read them out loud.  We laughed pretty hard!  I hope you enjoyed them too!