More Mad Libs…

(see previous entry)
Written by Norah, Words supplied by Me:

Last year for Hallowe’en, I was a drill operator. This year, I think I’ll be an all-encompassing ecru Tonka truck. Darrell, my best friend and I dressed as magenta Chippendale dancers the year before and went around spraying Dawn on all the neighbors’ miniature horses.

and…

Dear Tracii Guns Claus,
For Flag Day I would like a clear cornstalk just like my friend Allie. I’m disappointed that all I got last year was a Filipino billiard ball. I have been exceptionally wishy-washy this year. I’ve even given .6 food stamps to the Save The Aardvarks Foundation.

Mad Libs…

In junior high and throughout high school in the 80s (ok, ok sometimes still to this day) Norah and I used to make up our own Mad Libs. We felt the Mad Libs series of books never quite got it right. And we were (are) damn good at it. I just came across a notebook of our old Mad Libs and thought I’d post the outcome of some of the funnier ones for your amusement. You will be able to tell the time frame by some of the pop-culture references:

Words given by Norah:

My favorite band is called “Crowded Powder Puffs From New Zealand.” Their best songs are: “You Make My Sinus Set Fire To Myself,” “The Way You Make Me Knit,” and, of course, “Inhale For My Porpus.” At the concert, a dickhead standing behind me threw his knee pad on stage and the lead singer, Vanessa, tied it around her pulmonary artery! Wow.

Words given by Norah:

The last school dance was on March 42 1/2, 1492 and it was so petite! The theme was, everyone had to dress up like a rag doll and dance like me. Of course, there were a king and queen, they were, Crocodile Dundee and Alan Frew*. Jaws won the breakout contest and Ron Curtis** won a shitty valentine for echoing the most letter A’s.

* This was a member of the band Glass Tiger (I had to look it up).
** A local newscaster, now deceased.

Words given by me:

A couple of minutes ago, my family and I went to Pen Beach. We swam in the gorgeous chocolate milk. It was also fun because we brought a nice ass to play with in the sand. There was a cool lifeguard there, he said his name was Kirk Cameron. It was fun, but I’m glad to be home.