https://www.posetteforever.com/viewtopic.php?f=36&t=1164
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guiltypleasures
Thursday, 16 December 2004, 11:27 PM

More fun than a barrel of dirty socks!
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http://www.wauclib.org/kids/madlibs.html

come on, click the link, put in your words and then paste the story for us to read :)

Here's mine:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Friends, this is a surprise party for Daz3d. We are here to celebrate their Tormentor. All of their most girly friends are here, including me, their devoted and faithful Kenny. I must say that they don't look a day over 69. Naturally, we have some beautiful presents for them. Bush bought them a beautiful copper Johnny that they can place in their wonderful Bathroom. And our hosts got them a dozen Lips that they can hang in their Posetteforever. And we had the bakery send up a huge silly Messenger with 43 candles on it. We all want to wish them a very dirty birthday and many happy socks. Now, let's all sing together: HAPPY Landman-DAY TO YOU!


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guiltypleasures
Thursday, 16 December 2004, 11:35 PM


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Just to make it even more fun, here's a few more links to create your mad lib story so we can have different stories to post :)

http://www.sundhagen.com/babbooks/adlib.cgi
http://www.lukeletters.com/madlibs.html
http://rinkworks.com/crazylibs/c/r8.shtml
http://www.scholastic.com/goosebumps/games/general/fillin.htm


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Tormie
Friday, 17 December 2004, 12:04 AM


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Looks funny  :bigrinnin: !!! Too late today for me ( :zzz: :zzz: :zzz: ), but tomorrow I'll make my mad story  :bigrinnin:  :bigrinnin:  :bigrinnin: .... Thank you GP !! :clap:


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tazman
Friday, 17 December 2004, 01:00 AM


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HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Friends, this is a surprise party for Buildit & Bodgit. We are here to celebrate their lampost. All of their most dirty friends are here, including me, their devoted and faithful cat. I must say that they don't look a day over 25. Naturally, we have some old presents for them. Tony Blair bought them a beautiful copper carrot that they can place in their wonderful bathroom. And our hosts got them a dozen rockets that they can hang in their teeth. And we had the bakery send up a huge fluffy lawnmower with 83 candles on it. We all want to wish them a very long birthday and many happy monkies. Now, let's all sing together: HAPPY curtain-DAY TO YOU!


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guiltypleasures
Friday, 17 December 2004, 01:07 AM


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:lmao:  :lmao:  :clap: Good one taz! :)


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tazman
Friday, 17 December 2004, 01:08 AM


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Thought I would do another one

A Day at School

It was a very hard day at school. First, I had to jump my locker. In homeroom class, we had a test on cartoons and Tormentor got a perfect score. I forgot my homework for jelly class, and the teacher was soft! Next I had to slowly write a report about pasta, and it was so runny. I read it to the class and it made everybody smash. Lunch was the best part of the day, we ate computers with bright milk. In art class, Posy spilled the cars all over my new pasta and it turned all smelly. Math class took forever, I just wanted to carry through it. I asked for a pass to go to the roundabout, and I saw Ruby Wax and Lionel Ritchie kissing in the hall. My last class was band, and we played three new elephants. After school, I felt happy as I rode the bus home.


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Posy
Friday, 17 December 2004, 01:08 AM


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Why? And second? Thats okay I forget things all the time. I can wait.  I am a very patient robot. I don't think I've read that. Can you give me a reference?  What do you eat for lunch? Where did Math class take forever he or she just wanted to carry through it?


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tazman
Friday, 17 December 2004, 01:09 AM


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Thank you GP


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guiltypleasures
Friday, 17 December 2004, 01:13 AM


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:lmao:  :lmao:  :clap:  :clap: I like that one even better :)


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Tormie
Friday, 17 December 2004, 01:25 AM


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HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Friends, this is a surprise party for Guiltypleasures' Clubhouse. We are here to celebrate their Guiltypleasures. All of their most hard friends are here, including me, their devoted and faithful Kenny Koenig. I must say that they don't look a day over 5. Naturally, we have some long presents for them. Berlusconi bought them a beautiful copper bat that they can place in their wonderful wall. And our hosts got them a dozen cakes that they can hang in their burp. And we had the bakery send up a huge fat Tormie with 69 candles on it. We all want to wish them a very extralarge birthday and many happy posetteforever's crew. Now, let's all sing together: HAPPY loud fart-DAY TO YOU! 


:ROTFL:


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Tormie
Friday, 17 December 2004, 01:26 AM


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guiltypleasures
Friday, 17 December 2004, 01:31 AM


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:lmao:  :lmao:  :lol:  :clap: Good one Davide lol


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guiltypleasures
Friday, 17 December 2004, 01:32 AM


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Okay here's another one:

SCHOOL CAFETERIA SURPRISE! 
It had been a crazy day so far, and I was glad to see my friends Tazman Kenny & Den after class. But as we walked past the bathrooms and buttons in the school penguin, I knew something was dangerously wrong. 

A horney crowd was gathering, and we pushed our way through to see what was so hot. Suddenly, Wheelchair & Davide ran and pointed. 

And there it was: a fat, periwinkle blob that was trotting near us. I started to stand, and sweat bent down my bellybutton. The thing cried in its own futon, and it smelled like a bashful shicken. 

Just then, our sultry school principal appeared, and stood right up to the thing! "Let's give a brave welcome to our new school chef -- and doesn't that taco look smelly?"


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guiltypleasures
Friday, 17 December 2004, 01:48 AM


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Yeah yeah I'm having way to much fun (but it beats the heck out of unpacking boxes right now) :)

WEIRD SCIENCE 
I was a little black about starting a new scooter. Things were going really pretty at first. I met some nice pillows in homeroom and really liked my fantastic teacher. But things started to get a little super when I went to Science class. 

Maybe it was the huge computer hanging on the wall, or the cow in a cage in the back of the room. Things started to get really strange when we did the experiment. 

Mr. McGoogle jumped to the front of the room and said we were going to do a purple experiment. Looking like a sexy scientist, he mixed some coco with gasoline in a big tube, threw in a little bunny hair, and some stools. Then he made us all say, "abra kazoom". 

All of a sudden, the classroom filled up with earlobe and smelled like a donkey. The mixture turned pink and started to spill out of the tube. As I watched in horror, the mixture started hopping. 

Pretty soon it was all over the pear and moving toward me! Didn't anyone else notice how gingerly it was growing? Why weren't they sleepy? How could we escape? I was about to stand up and pounce when our teacher yelled, "hop pop". The stuff disappeared. 

"Wowzers!!," I shouted. Everyone looked at me and started to swim. That's when I noticed the fur on my big toe and my kidney. I turned to look at my reflection in the newspaper and heard my teacher pitching. I was no longer human. It seemed as if I was the experiment...


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Deviant_Viking
Friday, 17 December 2004, 02:30 AM


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Well, this is only funny if any of you've ever played one of the 'Resident Evil' games..

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Friends, this is a surprise party for UMBRELLA INC. We are here to celebrate their ZOMBIE. All of their most BLOODY friends are here, including me, their devoted and faithful HANDGUN. I must say that they don't look a day over 10. Naturally, we have some ANGRY presents for them. ALBERT WESKER bought them a beautiful copper FIRST AID SPRAY that they can place in their wonderful LOBBY. And our hosts got them a dozen HERBS that they can hang in their HUNTER. And we had the bakery send up a huge SCARY BARRY BURTON with 24 candles on it. We all want to wish them a very STRONG birthday and many happy STARS MEMBERS. Now, let's all sing together: HAPPY JILL VALENTINE-DAY TO YOU!


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Tormie
Friday, 17 December 2004, 02:39 AM


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:bigrinnin: I played resident evil 1, 2 & 3 on PS1 a lot of times... It was funny with all those zombies  :bigrinnin:


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guiltypleasures
Friday, 17 December 2004, 02:41 AM


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hahaha, good job Ken, I don't know the game but it was still funny :)  :clap:


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TdaC
Friday, 17 December 2004, 11:10 AM


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:lmao:  :lmao:  :lmao:  :lmao:  :lmao:


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JanReinar
Friday, 17 December 2004, 11:49 AM


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:lmao:  :lmao:  :lmao:  :lmao:  :lmao:  :lmao:  :lmao:  :lmao:  :lmao: Thanks for the links Rene! And Happy Birthday!  :clap:  :clap:  :clap:  :clap:  :clap:


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tazman
Friday, 17 December 2004, 02:30 PM


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:lmao:  :lmao:  :lmao:  :lmao:  :lmao:  :lol:  :lol:  :lol:  :lol:  love em  :heartbeat:  :heartbeat:  :heartbeat:


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messenger
Friday, 17 December 2004, 06:07 PM

Re: More fun than a barrel of dirty socks!
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here's my story..might be a little rude for some...lol

Skinder Wrench's first mistake was his dearth of laughing when he had come to ask Kinegar Acgd to meet with the exterminator in his office. His second mistake was in touching him to grope him through the bottle cap. 
"Off," Kinegar ordered, whispering greedily at the offending earlobe. 

"I'm sorry, force of habit, please kiss me!" the gerbil-faced aardvark of a man whined. "I forgot. Just a momentary lapse of memory. Never happen again, I promise." 

But Kinegar didn't pay much attention to the apology, only that one had been made. He sniffled before the bottle cap, taking his time to show that he could. 

"Come in," the exterminator beckoned from inside, behind his milk carton. 

Kinegar stayed put. Noting both the exterminator and Skinder were watching him whimsically, he took a moment to tighten and flex his belly buttons. He was a formidable, scaly display, Kinegar himself had decided long ago, while throwing himself in the mirror. It was for that reason he wore mushy clothing all the time, even around town -- a blue pair of pants, a couple red velvet belts crisscrossing his eyelash and kneecap, and slugs for his filing cabinet and wig were all he wore. Covering more would deprive the general public of a wondrous, wet pleasure, and Kinegar, the humanitarian that he was, had no such desire to do so.


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guiltypleasures
Friday, 17 December 2004, 06:19 PM


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:lmao:  :lmao:  :lmao:  :clap:  :bigrinnin:


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guiltypleasures
Friday, 17 December 2004, 08:32 PM


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'Twas the Night Before Christmas

'Twas the weekend before Christmas, and all through the treehouse,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a beetle.
The streach pants were hung by the sink with care,
In hopes that St. Paul mon soon would be there. 
The children were nestled all snug in their bar stools,
While visions of sugar-pickled pigs feet danced in their biceps.
And cousin in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap. 

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
washed open the shutters, and lifted up the sash. 

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the luster of mid-century to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear?
But a conniving wig, and eight tiny kangaroos. 

With a little old driver, so lively and cold,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Paul mon.
More rapid than vultures his kangaroos they came,
And he whistled, and flirted, and called them by name;


"Now, Dasher! Now, Ken! Now, Wrench and Vixen!
On, Dude! On Giraffe! On, Bra and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the bottle cap!
Now shave away! Shave away! Shave away all!" 

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the sink St. Paul mon came with a bound. 

His eyes -- how they melted! His dimples, how wet!
His buttcrack were like toothbrushes, his kneecap like a cottage cheese! 

He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
And filled all the streach pants, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his toenail aside of his thumb,
And giving a nod, up the sink he rose. 

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a gurgle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good weekend!"


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Tormie
Saturday, 18 December 2004, 12:37 AM


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:clap:  :clap:  :clap: 

:lololol:


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tazman
Saturday, 18 December 2004, 02:13 AM


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:clap:  :clap:  :clap:  :clap:  :heartbeat:  :heartbeat:


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RedHawk
Sunday, 19 December 2004, 01:40 PM

Re: More fun than a barrel of dirty socks!
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:lmao:  :clap:  #-o  [-X 

Skinder Temple's first mistake was his dearth of crying when he had come to ask Kinegar Arpc to meet with the web master in his office. His second mistake was in touching him to tickle him through the rubber schicken. 
"Off," Kinegar ordered, jumping sarcastically at the offending crotch. 

"I'm sorry, force of habit, please lick me!" the gerbil-faced aardvark of a man whined. "I forgot. Just a momentary lapse of memory. Never happen again, I promise." 

But Kinegar didn't pay much attention to the apology, only that one had been made. He sniffed before the rubber schicken, taking his time to show that he could. 

"Come in," the web master beckoned from inside, behind his morph target. 

Kinegar stayed put. Noting both the web master and Skinder were watching him jokingly, he took a moment to tighten and flex his thighs. He was a formidable, tempting display, Kinegar himself had decided long ago, while caressing himself in the mirror. It was for that reason he wore alluring clothing all the time, even around town -- a red pair of pants, a couple green leather socks crisscrossing his elbow and uvula, and lollipops for his jockstrap and sword were all he wore. Covering more would deprive the general public of a wondrous, seductive pleasure, and Kinegar, the humanitarian that he was, had no such desire to do so.


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tazman
Sunday, 19 December 2004, 11:45 PM


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Great GP  :lmao:  :lmao:  :lmao:  :lmao:


