Mad libs (for those who don't know) is a game. It's like this: there's these stories containing blank spaces where words are left out. One player selects one of the stories but does not tell the others what it's about. Instead he/she asks the others to give him/her words to fill the blank spaces. The words are adjectives, nouns or whatever the space calls for. So here's how the story turned out for the Swingin' Utters...
This morning, while electronically removing the hair from my (body part) nose, I noticed a spot of (noun) records on the sparkling white (noun) corn. (exclamation) Oh shit, I cried, how the (expelitive) hell did that get there!? I (adverb) spanking ran to the tool shed to get my (noun) little balls so I could remedy the situation immediatle before it got out of hand. Whilst (verb ending in -ing) beating back to the shed, I tripped on a strategically placed (noun) butt, and hit my head on the (noun) tongue, which in turn caused me to black out. When I came to, I was surprised to see a bloodthirsty (profession) prostitute standing above me with a strap-on (noun) breast and a long leather (noun) toilet. At first, I thought it was just the after effects of getting knocked unconscious, but it soon became apparent that this guy was for real. "Where the (expletive) fuck did you come from, you (derrogatory name) honkey?" I yelled. "Shut up (adjective) farting earthling!" he responded (adverb) sexually. "I am (proper noun) God from the planet (proper noun) Dorian, and have come to bring you back there where i will (verb) stroke you and do naughty things to you. "That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!" I replied (adverb) sleazily. You're just some crazy (same profession) prostitute who broke into my house to try and (verb) poke me!" "Am not" he feebly spat back, "I really am a (adjective) greasy space alien!""Oh yeah, well then where's your ray gun? Or your spaceship, Mr. Alien?" I scoffed. "Down the street, parking was a (noun) toe, er I mean, it has a cloaking device that makes it invisible to (plural noun) buns.""Gerald, is that you?" I asked (adverb) shockingly "I told you it's over! GET OUT!"
And now, the "More Incredibly Generic Interview" that came in the same issue of CIGF. It was also to fill in the blanks (which are in bold):
Hi, my name is Greg an I'm in a band called Swingin' utters. In '87, we started the band because I was high or drunk. When I'm not living the rockstar life, I'm usually in a thrift store. The best show we ever played was Oslo, Norway w/Rancid. On the other hand, one town that we won't soon go back to is Jacksonille, FL, bacause of nazis. Vanilla Ice is confused. If I had my way, all shcool children would be made to listen to