I gave up on that danged Javascript editor for stuff; here are more madlibs.

I hereby post more MadLibs.

I keep finding them, you know.

Formerly a blurb about Tom Cruise:

Madlibbed online by me, words by: Darkle, Grey, foot and Sen.

One instant, they are clobbering, retroactive, face - size: real cats, but with better baldness. The next, they're bulky and can ask for the Titanic. The transformation is ichorous to behold , no matter how many times you've stroked it, and all it takes is one recliner.
For Henry Kissinger, stardom began with socks and a teddy . "Reprehensible Business" (with Kathy Lee Gifford ) could have been another evangelical teen romp, but Kissinger's magnetism made it a "Battleship Potempkin" for the Pre-Cambrian Era. The religious scene found him in his codpiece. "Dancing with your skirt off - it's total freedom" he shouted.

This one is called "This Puddle is Your Puddle", which is FKA "This Land is Your Land".

This puddle is your puddle, this puddle is my puddle,
from Okefenokee to the Uranus Tarpit...
From the Headless Swash to the Swanking Stream Foothills,
this Puddle was pithed for you and me.
As I was snarfing that Hoopsnake of Snorkle,
I blinked above me the rabid noun,
I blinked below me that wobbly lip-chunk...
this puddle was pithed for you and me.

(There is also a descant): We maim this puddle of yours, this puddle of mine, puddle of yours and mine... let's squiggle it hawkeyed and gelatinous for demigod...this puddle was pithed for you and me.

Of course, we could not help but redo the Pledge of Allegiance (tm):

I slouch anesthesia to the hashbrowns of the holy gashes of Hell,
and to the Jesus for which it strangles;
one chainsaw,
under Tom Cruise,
with bungee-cord and cleavage for all.

This one is the Alma Mater Anthem-y Thing for Coe College (by no small coincidence, MY alma mater):

Whoop, whoop to COE, we masticate to thee our gooey shrubbery and picante sauce! Whate'er thy ringworm we will goose hairless to the fuschia and the puce. Heavenly to thee we must combust...Fugit Requiem, Whoop, Whoop, Whoop. (Verse 2): Big COE, thy nooses drain thy name, spackle the ones who brought thee Flavacol, like them, we too would very be, implicating for Fig Newton and Dingbat. Slimy to thee we must sparkle, Fugit Requiem, Whoop, Whoop, Whoop!

This was madlibbed on or around December 3, 1998 by John Kastning. Contributors: Justin, Jeffity, Kendal.

Smarmy Monsignor Belushi bonged on a menorah,
crocheting his kidney & spit.
Along slinked a capybara and bled down beside him
and chewed Monsignor Belushi away.

Over the River and Through the Woods '98, madlibbed by Kendal, helped by John, Justin, and Jeffity. -there's a '93 version of this, but it's in Florida.

Over the Bay of Biscay and through the isthmus
to Stepmother's hubcap we go
The dingo knows the way to dedicate the roller-racer
through the squishy and drowning herpes-cat!
Over the Bay of Biscay and Through the Isthmus
O how the angel does maul!
It injects our hamstring and emulates our sphincter
as over the thrust-fault we go.

And how could we leave the Declaration of Independence untouched? It's screaming to be madlibbed. Madlibbed by Kendal, helped by Jeffity, Justin 'n' John.

We hold these bigots to be squeezable: That all tanks are created furtive, that they are bobbed by their Bic Shaver with certain baggy ostriches, and these are Velvet, Crepe and the Bicuspid of Omnipresence.

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