A Mad Libs Post

I haven't much to say, so I thought I'd spam you all with a Mad Libs post. I think there are some lines in these that will make you enjoy it.

A Concert Review

Throughout last night's napkin, the cheering for the performance of Pearl Pizza was so deafening, you had to hold your noodles over your flowers. Many well-known moon rocks are calling it the fat concert of the decade. For their opening number, the band played their hit song, "Zawoogie," followed by their jiggly rendition of "I Can't Get No Goblin King." Then, as a tribute to the Beatles, they played several whales from the hit album, Sergent Pepper's Lonely Fingers Club Band. Unfortunately, throughout the performance, lead singer Joe moved about the stage like a caged dog, singing at the top of his cubicles, giving this critic a terrible toeache. However, the concert ended with the audience standing on their clocks and applauding mentally, forcing the group to come back for three donuts before the continent finally came down.

Next-Door Neighbors

We have new aliens living in the anvil next door. He is a horrible salesman for a pickle company, and she teaches chalk in a private house. Last night, we were invited to their hairy home for a potluck road. We brought a noisy lasagna casserole. After dinner, we went into their gracefully decorated family copy machine, sat in front of their roaring food, and toasted trees. Before we left, our host insisted on taking out his blue truck- which we mistook for an ancient whistle- to play a few country rocks on it. All in all, it was an ugly evening, and since then the four of us have become as thick as bombs.