The latest "Spork"Lib...

This one is entitled:

Letter from Camp

Dear Mommy and Daddy,

This camp you sent me to is ricketty. We go mosquito back riding every day. I am in a gaseous tent with 3.14 other Executive Orders. After dark, we play pound cake until our councelor comes around and turns off our hors d'oeuvres. Our counselor is named Emperor Misha and he shows us how to make inappropriately shaped kitchen knives out of used spyware. Tomorrow we are hiking through Mount Olympus, and our counselor says that whoever brings back the biggest electric toothbrush will get an extra ice sculpture for dinner. Please send me some fluffy underwear and two pairs of moon rocks.

Love,
Frank J.

Now, I've got that "Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah" song in my head.

(New list in extended entry....)

Hi y'all... Spork.

Here's the list for this one.

Last name of person in room
Adverb
Adjective
First name (male)
First name (female)
Adjective
Adverb
Noun
Noun
Noun
Noun
Noun
Number
Noun
Type of Liquid
Exclamation
Noun

Have at it....

And...

Here's a little song to think by...


CAMP GRENADA
(Alan Sherman)
Hello muddah, hello faddah
Here I am at Camp Granada
Camp is very entertaining
And they say we'll have some fun if it stops raining.

I went hiking with Joe Spivy
He developed poison ivy
You remember Leonard Skinner
He got ptomaine poisoning last night after dinner.
All the counselors hate the waiters
And the lake has alligators
And the head coach wants no sissies
So he reads to us from something called Ulysses.

How I don't want this should scare ya
But my bunkmate has malaria
You remember Jeffrey Hardy
They're about to organize a searching party.

Take me home, oh muddah, faddah
Take me home, I hate Granada
Don't leave me out in the forest where
I might get eaten by a bear.
Take me home I promise I will not make noise
Or mess the house with other boys.
Oh please don't make me stay
I've been here one whole day.

Dearest faddah, darling muddah,
How's my precious little bruddah
Let me come home, if you miss me
I would even let Aunt Bertha hug and kiss me.

Wait a minute, it's stopped hailing.
Guys are swimming, guys are sailing
Playing baseball, gee that's better
Muddah, faddah kindly disregard this letter.

God, I wish I had a turntable. I had this song on a really cool album, not to mention HUNDREDS of other albums from "Hollywood Squares Bloopers", to country from Alabama to Don Williams and rock from Air Supply to Led Zep. 400 pounds of vinyl sitting in my Dad's shed. Probably about fried, by now, but still... what's an album without scratching sounds, snaps, crackles and pops anyway?

Posted by: Stevie at 11:35 PM

Comments

1 Ted
reluctantly
dumber-than-dust
Garth
Hlllary
utterly clueless
world-view-shatteringly
miter box
garden gnome
breath
onion
2-way decoder ring
12-an'-a-half
Magic 8 Ball
lemon juice
Jimminy-Franken-Christ!!!
flat tire

No verbs!!!
Dang, and I had "bitch-slap" all ready to go...!

Posted by: Tuning Spork at August 03, 2004 11:06 PM (JALO3)

2 Oops! "2-way decoder ring"? I meant "2-way wrist TV" (or "radio", whatever Dick Tracy's thingamagig was called...)!

Posted by: Tuning Spork at August 04, 2004 11:47 AM (Js7+X)

3 P.S. Are Stevie, Min and I the only ones excited by Mad Libs? C'mo-o-o-o-n!

Posted by: Tuning Spork at August 04, 2004 11:49 AM (Js7+X)

4 I love Mad Libs! I swear! I just haven't been feeling in the mood to participate. I'm feeling more like being on the sidelines lately. Still love you all, and Stevie, this is a fun lil thing you should do on your blog every so often. Maybe next time, I'll think of some really funny shit.

Posted by: AmyVegas at August 04, 2004 05:41 PM (iS3EV)






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