That madlib was totally rad, dude. I mean it.

Thanks!

the scariest part were the flashbacks to when i was a wee girl scout hawking cookies, just like little jacinda.

geez omar, way to freak me out WEEKS before halloween.

keep 'em comin.

I don't know if we should share ours or not. I'll post mine only because I love reading other peoples when they post!

The Monster at Chewing Gum Lane
The following is the elbow-chilling tale of a scary monster named Santa.

Santa lived alone atop a hill at the end of Chewing Gum Lane. The rumor in the neighborhood was that he had killed at least 654 people, and that he kept the bodies preserved in his house, like trophies. Even the police were too afraid to go investigate. A few times per week, neighborhood residents claimed to have seen him singing around the area.

One autumn day, a young girl scout named Martha Steward was walking through the neighborhood selling cookies. The top seller in the area was going to win a free pillow, and Martha Steward really wanted it. Even though she was scared, she walked up to Santa's house and pressed the doorbell.

She waited a minute or so, nobody answered the door. Before she turned around though, she thought she saw someone's big toe pass in front of the window. She rang the doorbell again.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Heavy steps moved closer towards the door. The giant door opened with a loud creak. Out from the shadows emerged a huge chunky figure with large yellow eyes.

Martha Steward took a small step back, before hurriedly reciting, 'Hi, I'm from girl scout troop 25, would you like to buy some donairs -- I mean, cookies?'

Santa leaned in and groaned, 'Come closer, little one.'

As she inched forward, Santa grabbed her and pulled her in the house! Neighbors heard light bulbs breaking and screams of terror coming from inside, but they were all too afraid to approach the house. Several minutes later, Martha Steward emerged from the house, cookie order sheet still in hand.

Years have passed, and Martha Steward was never quite the same after that day. Some are convinced that it wasn't her at all who left that house, but a look-alike created by the monster. Nobody has had the guts to approach her to find out.

All they do know is that she won the pillow, thanks to the 9000 boxes of cookies she sold that day, to the Monster of Chewing Gum Lane.

this is the only part that scared me:

Neighbors heard mattresses breaking and screams of terror coming from inside, but they were all too afraid to approach the house.

and the word that popped into my mind : pedophile.

I gotta be more careful with my plural nouns. *shudder* way to send chills down my earlobe, 'Mar.

Okay. So, I come back from vacate all excited about new Mad Libs. Then I read this touching tale of a girl wanting to win a rose who befriends a monster....and is ostracized for her attempts. So, I'm crying a little when I realize I could sell this plot to "yes, we already made this movie" productions....and now I'm a millionaire. Guess I don't need to blog to make friends now ;)

So kidding. As always. Anyway, great mad libs. I did miss my Omarphillips.net!

Hahahaha, my story turned out funny!

*my tale is love handle-chilling, about a monster named Bertrand who lived on Lump Lane
*The neighbors saw him pussy-footing around the area
*Gertrude was trying to win a free bias tape
*She saw a knee cap through the window and was selling Bierocks--er girl scout cookies
*There were screams of terror and projectors breaking in the house

Why she would go through all that for bias tape, I don't know.

The Monster at dog Lane

The following is the mandible-chilling tale of a scary monster named Fidel.

Fidel lived alone atop a hill at the end of dog Lane. The rumor in the neighborhood was that he had killed at least 315 people, and that he kept the bodies preserved in his house, like trophies. Even the police were too afraid to go investigate. A few times per week, neighborhood residents claimed to have seen him romping around the area.

One autumn day, a young girl scout named Lafawnda was walking through the neighborhood selling cookies. The top seller in the area was going to win a free footstool, and Lafawnda really wanted it. Even though she was scared, she walked up to Fidel's house and pressed the doorbell.

She waited a minute or so, nobody answered the door. Before she turned around though, she thought she saw someone's elbow pass in front of the window. She rang the doorbell again.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Heavy steps moved closer towards the door. The giant door opened with a loud creak. Out from the shadows emerged a huge blunt figure with large blue eyes.

Lafawnda took a small step back, before hurriedly reciting, 'Hi, I'm from girl scout troop 1, would you like to buy some qumquats -- I mean, cookies?'

Fidel leaned in and groaned, 'Come closer, little one.'

As she inched forward, Fidel grabbed her and pulled her in the house! Neighbors heard octopi breaking and screams of terror coming from inside, but they were all too afraid to approach the house. Several minutes later, Lafawnda emerged from the house, cookie order sheet still in hand.

Years have passed, and Lafawnda was never quite the same after that day. Some are convinced that it wasn't her at all who left that house, but a look-alike created by the monster. Nobody has had the guts to approach her to find out.

All they do know is that she won the footstool, thanks to the 1400 boxes of cookies she sold that day, to the Monster of dog Lane.

Oh, now it's time for me to stereotype. Joy. Little Lafawnda... oh dear. Only someone with a name like that would so vie for a footstool. I don't know what I mean by that, but no doubt civil rights people will be banging down my door come morning. Best prepare the tacks and tar.

nice ride, o. the birds were a nice touch.

i won a shoe!!! yeah! now, if only i had the other one to go with it...

Phalanges-chilling tale?

I had forgotten how much I looooove mad-libs.

Thanks.

The Monster at apple Lane
The following is the belly button-chilling tale of a scary monster named Rutger.

Rutger lived alone atop a hill at the end of apple Lane. The rumor in the neighborhood was that he had killed at least 22 people, and that he kept the bodies preserved in his house, like trophies. Even the police were too afraid to go investigate. A few times per week, neighborhood residents claimed to have seen him flouncing around the area.

One autumn day, a young girl scout named Isolde was walking through the neighborhood selling cookies. The top seller in the area was going to win a free whip, and Isolde really wanted it. Even though she was scared, she walked up to Rutger's house and pressed the doorbell.

She waited a minute or so, nobody answered the door. Before she turned around though, she thought she saw someone's elbow pass in front of the window. She rang the doorbell again.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Heavy steps moved closer towards the door. The giant door opened with a loud creak. Out from the shadows emerged a huge slow figure with large purple eyes.

Isolde took a small step back, before hurriedly reciting, 'Hi, I'm from girl scout troop 3, would you like to buy some meringue -- I mean, cookies?'

Rutger leaned in and groaned, 'Come closer, little one.'

As she inched forward, Rutger grabbed her and pulled her in the house! Neighbors heard children breaking and screams of terror coming from inside, but they were all too afraid to approach the house. Several minutes later, Isolde emerged from the house, cookie order sheet still in hand.

Years have passed, and Isolde was never quite the same after that day. Some are convinced that it wasn't her at all who left that house, but a look-alike created by the monster. Nobody has had the guts to approach her to find out.

All they do know is that she won the whip, thanks to the 8 boxes of cookies she sold that day, to the Monster of apple Lane.
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Apart from my numbers being way too small, I like my flouncy monster. But I don't like him breaking children. That's just not *nice*.