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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 12:40 pm
It's that time of the year again, where we get to mad lib to our buddies here on Gaia.
So here you are fellow guildies, post those crazy mad libs that people have sent to you!
Here's mine from Jaft
Dear God-Raped-Me,
Please, my beloved, come with me on a lucious journey to the deepest foot of my uterus. Any fool could see that we're meant for each other; won't you join me in Canada and dance with me across the undulating tongue? The wait is too much to bear. Can't we just cast aside the formality of courtship and touch like licking moans?
Yours truly,
Jaft
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 1:08 pm
xd I've sent three. And it seems the more safe I try to be, the more dirty my valentines turn out. I just told one of my friends that: "You give me ducks in my squishy bits" gonk xd And I told one of my other friends that: "The first time I saw you, it was like Alex DeLarge when the dude berries parted and he saw Winnie The Pooh for the first time".
rofl I love this event.
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 1:18 pm
It really is one of the best! There have been a few that I sent out that didn't really seem to work.
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 2:14 pm
*face palms* I have a hard time making these...they all come out nonsensical.
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 2:19 pm
I hadn't seen anything of the event yet and just logged on to this: Quote: Dear [ Terra ], Please, my beloved, come with me on a Dusty journey to the deepest Pop bottle of my Gall bladder. Any fool could see that we're meant for each other; won't you join me in Transilvania and dance with me across the undulating nose hairs? The wait is too much to bear. Can't we just cast aside the formality of courtship and crying like Itching moons? Yours truly, God-Raped-Me I heart you too, Grim. xd
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 2:48 pm
I stopped sending these after I sadly created the phrase "grabbing in my banana." I might have scarred the recipient after that...
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Profitable Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 4:11 pm
LOL....well none of mine have been quite that suggestive. xd
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 4:25 pm
I just sent one... it went to weird and funny places
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 4:42 pm
Wow, it's a Sanzo. Been a while.
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 4:44 pm
yes it has but now I ish here, sending you creepy creepy valentines xd *huggles Erv*
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 4:45 pm
Joy. And I'm even dressed for the occasion.
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 4:48 pm
how very appropriate! Hmm perhaps I should change for the occasion as well.... later
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 4:59 pm
I sent some but they really didn't make sense. sad
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 5:35 pm
Kaz Likes Cookies Dear 0-0Roland Deschain0-0, I believe it was John Lennon who once sang, "Oh, my cake, my blood, I've hungered for your nickel a long, slowly time." Well, that's exactly how I feel. Or maybe I should quote your favorite rapper, LL Cool J, who said "dripping ain't easy, but it's necessary, and I'm chasing fireworks like Tom chases Jerry." Either way, you know what I'm getting at: will you be my Valentine? XOXO, Kaz Likes Cookies Sanzoskitsune Dear 0-0Roland Deschain0-0, When I think of you, I get foxes in my stomach. Though it makes me feel broken, it's also exciting. Whenever we attack together, it feels like all the angels in heaven are running at once. How could one person make me feel simultaneously crooked and distorted with nothing but a bat of the eyelashes and a blow of the nose? I hope we can keep shooting together for 42 years. quickly yours, Sanzoskitsune "In every loss, in every lie, in every truth that you'd deny...
I got some interesting ones xd
...and each regret and each good-bye, was a mistake too great to hide"
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 5:52 pm
Dearest God-Raped-Me,
I cannot begin to describe how freakily my thyroid burns for you. As I write this, I'm freaking in my freak, unable to contain my effing freaking desire. Please, accept my freaky embrace and know that you're truly the freakberry of my eye.
I yearn for you uber-freakily,
Taeryyn
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