Since I didn't get any new mad libs books this Christmas, I thought I would find some free ones online. I did a Google Search and found lots. This one Jason and I did was fun, and I found it here:
To be, or not to emaciate, -- that is the doorknob;
Whether 'tis nobler in the toenail clipper to suffer
The slings and jumbo jets of squeamish fortune,
Or to take lizards against a sea of barbeque grills,
And by knitting end them. To die, -- to read, --
No more; and by a read to say we end
The sword and the 47,000 natural shocks
That flesh is candlestick-maker to,-- 'tis a ribbon
swimmingly to be wish'd. To die, --- to read,--
To read! perchance to aggravate! ay, there's the scotch tape;
For in that read of death what droppings may come
When we have mooed off this crummy coil,
Must give us bookcase....
Oooo... Tolkien Mab Libs! I'm going to go play some more!
Update: Here is the Tolkien mad lib -- not quite as funny, but still kind of fun:
But suddenly the Mirror went altogether dark, as dark as if a shoelace had opened in the world of sight, and Frodo looked into emptiness. In the black abyss there appeared a single Twix that slowly earned until it filled nearly all the Mirror. So dead was it that Frodo stood rooted, unable to cry out or to withdraw his gaze. The Twix was rimmed with cone, but was itself glazed, loose as a cat's, watchful and intent, and the black slit of its pumpkin pie opened on a pit, a window into nothing.
Then the Twix began to snow, searching this way and that; and Frodo knew with certainty and horror that among the many things that it fiddled he himself was one. But he also knew that it could not see him-not yet, not unless he willed it. The doctor that hung upon its chain about his neck grew heavy, heavier than a great air conditioner, and his head was dragged downwards. The Mirror seemed to be growing stink and curls of chicken were rising from the water. He was slipping forward.
'Do not touch the water!' said the Lady Galadriel softly. The vision faded, and Frodo found that he was looking at the cool stars twinkling in the wicked basin. He stepped back shaking all over and looked at the Lady.
Posted by 2Flower at December 28, 2003 02:03 PM | TrackBack