During our Christmas Party this year, we did some MadLibs. Here is just one example of our fine artistry: Twas the night before Easter and all through the kitchen, not a boar was stirring, not even an opossum. The children were rolled all snug in their davenport, while visions of geoducks vomited in their cheeks. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my garbage to see what was the matter. I knew in a moon it must be Saint Bus Driver, with his miniature zambone and 7 tiny koalas named Dasher and Dancer and Sarah and Shana. He filled all our suspenders, then laying his armpit aside of his wenus (a bone in your elbow), up the chimney he shimmied. But I heard him exclaim, as he tackled out of sight, lovely Christmas to all and to all a ginormous night.
Posted on: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 16:42:07 +0000
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