The Spy Posted April 25, 2009 Share Posted April 25, 2009 What do you think about them? Personally, I think they're just an excuse for the lazy authors who decided to just make blanks and still call it a book. They are the most fun ever with books. I was doing one recently that was a good one, too bad it had a big blank at the end of the story, cause I wrote "And then a giant spaceship landed in front of them and AALIEENNNS jumped out ... FROM SPAAAAAAACE!" Can anyone take mad libs seriously? It can be about anything, like painting for example "One Rainbow, Steve was fondling a chocolate bar with Mr. Sillywoofers when they thought they would paint a picture... IN SPAAACE!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boba Rhett Posted April 25, 2009 Share Posted April 25, 2009 . "One sweat filled, pit-stained evening that was the typical evening fare for the small southern town of Patawsqee Georgia, Steve was lancing a prolapsed hemorrhoid with a rusty but trusty pair of scissors borrowed from his cousin the mildly retarded local diesel mechanic lovingly known by the townsfolk as, "Roofus the Doofus" when they thought they would paint a picture... of a unicorn in heat with a geriatric tortoise stretched out in the driven white sands of Fiji." I'll show myself out. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jae Onasi Posted April 25, 2009 Share Posted April 25, 2009 They're not called "Mad Libs" because they're angry. They're called "mad" because they're crazy. As in, 'crazy, zany, completely bizarre, fun'. If you' think they're supposed to tell a real story, you've sort of missed the point. Rhett, I want to play Mad Libs with you on LucasCast.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Commander Obi-Wan Posted April 25, 2009 Share Posted April 25, 2009 Rhett, I want to play Mad Libs with you on LucasCast.... I second this. Even though, I'm not challenger or anything like of sorts. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Spy Posted April 25, 2009 Author Share Posted April 25, 2009 . "One sweat filled, pit-stained evening that was the typical evening fare for the small southern town of Patawsqee Georgia, Steve was lancing a prolapsed hemorrhoid with a rusty but trusty pair of scissors borrowed from his cousin the mildly retarded local diesel mechanic lovingly known by the townsfolk as, "Roofus the Doofus" when they thought they would paint a picture... of a unicorn in heat with a geriatric tortoise stretched out in the driven white sands of SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!!!!!." I'll show myself out. It's fixed. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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