#2
Posted: 9/22/04 at 7:04pm
lol that is ammusing... heres one a made:
Roger and Mimi were out for a smoky Valentine's walk on a rock. As they went, Mimi rested her hand on Roger's ear. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so pink, Roger was filled with curly dread.
"Do you suppose it's new here?" he asked happily.
"You loud silly," Mimi said, tickling Roger with her camera. "It's completely shiney."
Just then, a smooth dog leapt out from behind a blowtorch and danced Mimi in the hand. "Aaargh!" Mimi screamed.
Things looked fluffy. But Roger, although he was warm, knew he had to save his love. He grabbed a guitar and, like a wave crashing on a sandy shore, beat the dog excitedly until it ran off. "That will teach you to slap innocent people."
Then he clasped Mimi close. Mimi was bleeding loudly. "My darling," Roger said, and pressed his lips to Mimi's lips.
"I love you," Mimi said lazily, and expired in Roger's arms.
Roger never loved again.
Lol just thinking about Adam Pascal beating a dog with a guitar...
Roger and Mimi were out for a smoky Valentine's walk on a rock. As they went, Mimi rested her hand on Roger's ear. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so pink, Roger was filled with curly dread.
"Do you suppose it's new here?" he asked happily.
"You loud silly," Mimi said, tickling Roger with her camera. "It's completely shiney."
Just then, a smooth dog leapt out from behind a blowtorch and danced Mimi in the hand. "Aaargh!" Mimi screamed.
Things looked fluffy. But Roger, although he was warm, knew he had to save his love. He grabbed a guitar and, like a wave crashing on a sandy shore, beat the dog excitedly until it ran off. "That will teach you to slap innocent people."
Then he clasped Mimi close. Mimi was bleeding loudly. "My darling," Roger said, and pressed his lips to Mimi's lips.
"I love you," Mimi said lazily, and expired in Roger's arms.
Roger never loved again.
Lol just thinking about Adam Pascal beating a dog with a guitar...
#3
Posted: 9/22/04 at 7:10pm
lol. I'm so dirty. 
"Noah, someday we'll talk again. But there's things we'll never say. That sorrow deep inside you. It inside me, too. And it never go away. You be okay. You'll learn how to lose things..."
#5
Posted: 9/22/04 at 7:15pm
Let's just say Marc Kudisch and I had ourself a humpily good time together.
"Noah, someday we'll talk again. But there's things we'll never say. That sorrow deep inside you. It inside me, too. And it never go away. You be okay. You'll learn how to lose things..."
#6
Posted: 9/22/04 at 7:17pm
Ohhhhh that was good 
Not too dirty, but I'll say Michael Arden and I had a good time
Funny how perfect the words fit in lol
Not too dirty, but I'll say Michael Arden and I had a good time
Funny how perfect the words fit in lol
#7
Posted: 9/22/04 at 7:23pm
OMG, AG, your comment just made me want to play this.
Noday - AHHH! I saw "Lol just thinking about Adam Pascal beating a dog with a guitar..." before I read yours. WTF? He HAS a dog! That's not good!!
A work of art is an invitation to love.
Noday - AHHH! I saw "Lol just thinking about Adam Pascal beating a dog with a guitar..." before I read yours. WTF? He HAS a dog! That's not good!!
#9
Posted: 9/22/04 at 7:37pm
I remember Mad Libs when I was a kid in the 60's and 70's. But the one I just did on this site was very dirty.
"Friends are the people you chose as family."....Me.
#10
Posted: 9/22/04 at 7:49pm
AG just did one for me... in his terms, let's just say Adam and I had a little fun.
A work of art is an invitation to love.
#11
Posted: 9/22/04 at 8:05pm
These are so much better than I remember.
Here's one for the Wickedites:
A Funny Day To Fly
Elphaba stepped quietly out into the green sunshine, and admired Fiyero's toe. "Ah," she sighed, "That's a phosphorescent sight."
Fiyero climbed off the broom and walked obnoxiously across the grass to greet his lover. Elphaba patted Fiyero on the nose and then tried to fly him sheepishly, but without success.
"That's all right," Fiyero said. "We can try again later."
"I'm just not iron," Elphaba. "Not as iron as the time we flew over the rainbow."
Fiyero nodded dauntlessly. "We were soggy back in those days."
"Our eyes were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Elphaba said. "Everything seems limp and ornate when you're young."
"Of course," Fiyero said. "But now we're shiny, we can still have fun. If we go about it quixotically."
"Quixotically?" Elphaba said . "But how?"
"With this," Fiyero said and held out a queer table. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to fly."
Elphaba swallowed the table at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to fly quixotically. They flew like an emerald, green as sin.. Three times.
And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.
Here's one for the Wickedites:
A Funny Day To Fly
Elphaba stepped quietly out into the green sunshine, and admired Fiyero's toe. "Ah," she sighed, "That's a phosphorescent sight."
Fiyero climbed off the broom and walked obnoxiously across the grass to greet his lover. Elphaba patted Fiyero on the nose and then tried to fly him sheepishly, but without success.
"That's all right," Fiyero said. "We can try again later."
"I'm just not iron," Elphaba. "Not as iron as the time we flew over the rainbow."
Fiyero nodded dauntlessly. "We were soggy back in those days."
"Our eyes were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Elphaba said. "Everything seems limp and ornate when you're young."
"Of course," Fiyero said. "But now we're shiny, we can still have fun. If we go about it quixotically."
"Quixotically?" Elphaba said . "But how?"
"With this," Fiyero said and held out a queer table. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to fly."
Elphaba swallowed the table at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to fly quixotically. They flew like an emerald, green as sin.. Three times.
And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.
#13
Posted: 9/22/04 at 8:10pm
Quite the interesting image: Idina attempting to swallow a homosexual table.
#14
Posted: 9/22/04 at 8:16pm
This sounds like a challenge. I gleefully accept.
Here's mine.
Lea and Hugh Jackman
by William Shakespeare
Enter Lea
Hugh Jackman appears above at a window
Lea:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the hamburger, and Hugh Jackman is the sea turtle.
Arise, well endowed sea turtle, and do the nasty the fantastic cheez wiz.
See, how he leans his crotch upon his boob!
O, that I were a glove upon that boob,
That I might touch that crotch!
Hugh Jackman:
O Lea, Lea! wherefore art thou Lea?
What's in a name? That which we call a thigh
By any other name would smell as spunky
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like G.I. Joe on three day leave"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove delicious.
Lea:
Swain, by yonder fantastic cheez wiz I swear
That tips in a church the glorious nun--
Hugh Jackman:
O, swear not by the cheez wiz, the transcendant cheez wiz,
That huskily changes in its flourescent orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise flourescent.
Sweet, naked night! A thousand times naked night!
Parting is such foxy sorrow,
That I shall say naked night till it be morrow.
Exit above
Lea:
Sleep dwell upon thy crotch, peace in thy boob!
Would I were sleep and peace, so sensually to rest!
suggestively will I to my well endowed thigh's cell,
Its help to do the nasty, and my spunky thigh to tell.
Here's mine.
Lea and Hugh Jackman
by William Shakespeare
Enter Lea
Hugh Jackman appears above at a window
Lea:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the hamburger, and Hugh Jackman is the sea turtle.
Arise, well endowed sea turtle, and do the nasty the fantastic cheez wiz.
See, how he leans his crotch upon his boob!
O, that I were a glove upon that boob,
That I might touch that crotch!
Hugh Jackman:
O Lea, Lea! wherefore art thou Lea?
What's in a name? That which we call a thigh
By any other name would smell as spunky
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like G.I. Joe on three day leave"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove delicious.
Lea:
Swain, by yonder fantastic cheez wiz I swear
That tips in a church the glorious nun--
Hugh Jackman:
O, swear not by the cheez wiz, the transcendant cheez wiz,
That huskily changes in its flourescent orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise flourescent.
Sweet, naked night! A thousand times naked night!
Parting is such foxy sorrow,
That I shall say naked night till it be morrow.
Exit above
Lea:
Sleep dwell upon thy crotch, peace in thy boob!
Would I were sleep and peace, so sensually to rest!
suggestively will I to my well endowed thigh's cell,
Its help to do the nasty, and my spunky thigh to tell.
Thou giveth fever.
#16
Posted: 9/22/04 at 8:23pm
I've had ones that were worse. They involved frisky nuns.
Thou giveth fever.
#18
Posted: 9/22/04 at 8:30pm
Heh, I knew what I was doing when I did it. I would like to read more of your stories. Post them!
Thou giveth fever.
#19
Posted: 9/22/04 at 8:39pm
"Hugh Jackman picked up the hamburger, then withdrew a cheez wiz from his thigh. 'Don't be so flourescent,' Hugh Jackman said with a fantastic grimace. 'A sea turtle bit my boob this morning, and everything became well endowed. Now with this hamburger and this cheez wiz I can provocatively rule the world!'"
Thou giveth fever.
#20
Posted: 9/22/04 at 8:40pm
A Pear-shaped Occurrence
J-Lo paced up and down, jiggling her hand. Her very good friend, Mary Sue Spatula, had arranged to meet her here in the closet. "I have something flowing to tell you," she had said.
Mary Sue Spatula was late, which was very unlike her. Any moment now, J-Lo expected to see her bounce up, her diseased hair streaming behind her and her rubber eyes aglow.
J-Lo heard footsteps, but they seemed rather phallic for a delicate and soft girl like Mary Sue Spatula, whose tread was acrylic. She turned around and found Ellen staring at her.
"What are you doing here?" Ellen said breathily. "I thought you said you didn't want to see me again."
J-Lo had said that, but now she was beginning to wish she hadn't acted so promptly. "Mary Sue Spatula asked to meet me here." As she gazed at Ellen, her rear began to throb softly.
"Oh," Ellen said, determinedly. "I'll just go then."
"Wait," J-Lo said and caught Ellen by her boob. "I was wrong. I still love you. Can you ever forgive me?"
"Yes," Ellen said, smiling. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, like a sex-starved necrophiliac.
From behind a spork, Mary Sue Spatula watched with a metallic light in her naughty eyes. She took a list out of her pocket, and checked off "J-Lo/Ellen". Then, she skipped off to help an embittered man find love again, just as soon as she'd saved the goat from extinction.
-----
J-Lo and Ellen
by William Shakespeare
Enter J-Lo
Ellen appears above at a window
J-Lo:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the spork, and Ellen is the goat.
Arise, metallic goat, and caress the phallic marble.
See, how she leans her rear upon her boob!
O, that I were a glove upon that boob,
That I might touch that rear!
Ellen:
O J-Lo, J-Lo! wherefore art thou J-Lo?
What's in a name? That which we call a hand
By any other name would smell as flowing
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like a sex-starved necrophiliac"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove acrylic.
J-Lo:
Lady, by yonder phallic marble I swear
That tips in the closet the pear-shaped spatula--
Ellen:
O, swear not by the marble, the rubber marble,
That promptly changes in its soft orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise soft.
Sweet, diseased night! A thousand times diseased night!
Parting is such naughty sorrow,
That I shall say diseased night till it be morrow.
Exit above
J-Lo:
Sleep dwell upon thy rear, peace in thy boob!
Would I were sleep and peace, so softly to rest!
breathily will I to my metallic hand's cell,
Its help to caress, and my flowing hand to tell.
-----
A Spatula In Time
On a rubber and naughty morning, J-Lo sat in the closet. It was Valentine's Day and she was all alone. Her rear ached in sorrow for the secret love that she could never share. How could she expect Ellen to love someone with a phallic boob?
Softly, she began to recite a poem she had composed. "Ah, my love is like a soft metallic marble, all on a summer's day. I wish my Ellen would caress me, in her own diseased way..."
"Do you?" Ellen sat down beside J-Lo and put her hand on J-Lo's hand. "I think that could be arranged."
J-Lo gasped breathily. "But what about my phallic boob?"
"I like it," Ellen said determinedly. "I think it's pear-shaped."
They came together and their kiss was like a sex-starved necrophiliac.
"I love you," J-Lo said promptly.
"I love you too," Ellen replied and caressed her.
They bought a goat, moved in together, and lived harshly ever after.
J-Lo paced up and down, jiggling her hand. Her very good friend, Mary Sue Spatula, had arranged to meet her here in the closet. "I have something flowing to tell you," she had said.
Mary Sue Spatula was late, which was very unlike her. Any moment now, J-Lo expected to see her bounce up, her diseased hair streaming behind her and her rubber eyes aglow.
J-Lo heard footsteps, but they seemed rather phallic for a delicate and soft girl like Mary Sue Spatula, whose tread was acrylic. She turned around and found Ellen staring at her.
"What are you doing here?" Ellen said breathily. "I thought you said you didn't want to see me again."
J-Lo had said that, but now she was beginning to wish she hadn't acted so promptly. "Mary Sue Spatula asked to meet me here." As she gazed at Ellen, her rear began to throb softly.
"Oh," Ellen said, determinedly. "I'll just go then."
"Wait," J-Lo said and caught Ellen by her boob. "I was wrong. I still love you. Can you ever forgive me?"
"Yes," Ellen said, smiling. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, like a sex-starved necrophiliac.
From behind a spork, Mary Sue Spatula watched with a metallic light in her naughty eyes. She took a list out of her pocket, and checked off "J-Lo/Ellen". Then, she skipped off to help an embittered man find love again, just as soon as she'd saved the goat from extinction.
-----
J-Lo and Ellen
by William Shakespeare
Enter J-Lo
Ellen appears above at a window
J-Lo:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the spork, and Ellen is the goat.
Arise, metallic goat, and caress the phallic marble.
See, how she leans her rear upon her boob!
O, that I were a glove upon that boob,
That I might touch that rear!
Ellen:
O J-Lo, J-Lo! wherefore art thou J-Lo?
What's in a name? That which we call a hand
By any other name would smell as flowing
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like a sex-starved necrophiliac"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove acrylic.
J-Lo:
Lady, by yonder phallic marble I swear
That tips in the closet the pear-shaped spatula--
Ellen:
O, swear not by the marble, the rubber marble,
That promptly changes in its soft orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise soft.
Sweet, diseased night! A thousand times diseased night!
Parting is such naughty sorrow,
That I shall say diseased night till it be morrow.
Exit above
J-Lo:
Sleep dwell upon thy rear, peace in thy boob!
Would I were sleep and peace, so softly to rest!
breathily will I to my metallic hand's cell,
Its help to caress, and my flowing hand to tell.
-----
A Spatula In Time
On a rubber and naughty morning, J-Lo sat in the closet. It was Valentine's Day and she was all alone. Her rear ached in sorrow for the secret love that she could never share. How could she expect Ellen to love someone with a phallic boob?
Softly, she began to recite a poem she had composed. "Ah, my love is like a soft metallic marble, all on a summer's day. I wish my Ellen would caress me, in her own diseased way..."
"Do you?" Ellen sat down beside J-Lo and put her hand on J-Lo's hand. "I think that could be arranged."
J-Lo gasped breathily. "But what about my phallic boob?"
"I like it," Ellen said determinedly. "I think it's pear-shaped."
They came together and their kiss was like a sex-starved necrophiliac.
"I love you," J-Lo said promptly.
"I love you too," Ellen replied and caressed her.
They bought a goat, moved in together, and lived harshly ever after.
#21
Posted: 9/22/04 at 8:45pm
I like the phallic pear shaped boob.
Thou giveth fever.
#22
Posted: 9/22/04 at 8:46pm
It's hot. I also have a thing for J-Lo's throbbing rear.
#23
Posted: 9/22/04 at 8:52pm
How perfectly these things turn out. I had more perfect fits, but they would get the thread deleted.
Thou giveth fever.
#24
Posted: 9/22/04 at 9:04pm
Mine do NOT fit. At all. I wouldn't be able to share them anyway.
#25
Posted: 9/22/04 at 9:13pm
Well maybe with the right person. . .
This is so wrong.
This is so wrong.
Thou giveth fever.
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