OK, it's been a while since I did something just for fun.
So, today's blog post will be fun…(at least that's my intention!)
I was inspired by a game I used to play with my brother and sister. It was called "Mad Libs."
Basically, one person had the "Mad Libs" booklet with pre-printed stories in it. Within the story, there were blanks that had to be filled in with words provided by the other players (players who were not aware of the story line). For instance, I might read, "The (noun) drove his car around the block, and (verb) it at the corner." Once the blanks were all filled in, one person would read the completed story, with the silly words inserted into it.
My brother, sister, and I used to have so much fun doing "Mad Libs."
Of course, the older we got, the more the game deteriorated into using every inappropriate word we could think of. We laughed so hard we thought we'd die. That is, until my mom would tell us to get rid of "those" stories. And we did – we hid them in a jar on the bookshelf so we could read them again when she wasn't listening!
(Bad, bad children…)
Actually, it was a clever way to teach the various parts of speech – noun, verb, adjective, adverb, etc.
It was certainly better than my 9th grade English teacher trying to teach a roomful of 14-year-old hooligans grammar. He was a nice man, but we called him Mr. Dull if that's any clue.
Really, he gave boring a whole new meaning – unless of course, you mean boring as in drilling a painful hole right through my head…
I'm sorry, but he truly spoke like a cadaver. He didn't have a voice that could wake the dead – he had the capacity to turn adolescents into the walking dead…
"Now class, take out your pencils and get ready to diagram sentences."
OK, I've got a diagram for you – a diagram of the best way to escape this torture chamber and end this sentence of solitary tedium!
WOW! I digress (subject: I – a noun/predicate: digress – a verb)…
So, today I'm making up my own "Mad Libs" story using spam blocker words.
Once upon a time, Sam and Shelley fell in love and got married. One night, while they were still newlyweds, they got into a maratift (small marital tiff). Evidently, the brouhaha started after they had spent the day at the beach.
Sam asked Shelley what he thought was a simple questini (a small, inconsequential question).
"Shelley, what happened with your bathing suit straps today? You've got a weird tanscu (weird tan lines skewed out of position)."
Shelley, without a word, pulled a suitcase out of the closet, and began to packstac (piling in clothes with no attention to order or neatness).
"What are you doing?" Sam asked.
"Sam, you are such a creuseb (cretin, substitute person). Why can't you get a clewa (BIG clue)?"
Sam's face started to have a mictic (a facial spasm which closely resembles Mick Jagger's snarl). He tried really hard to come up with a good torth (retort that's worthy).
"Shelley, sweetheart, let me splin (a nervous lapsing into Desi Arnaz’s accent). It was just a jectoke (jesting joke).”
"I'm not laughing,” she said. And with anger in her voice, she took out a pair of sessers (serious scissors) and cut the straps off of her bathing suit top.
"What did you do that for?" Sam cried. Then he quickly recovered his senses. "Wait, sweetie. It's OK. I'm sorry. Can I get something to make you happy?"
"Yes, ilati (shorthand lingo for “I’d like a latte")."
"OK," said Sam. "Is there anything else?"
"Well," Shelley said as she tried to poider (exploitive pondering). "I really need some new clothes. I don't like a closet with ledesses (shorthand lingo for less dresses)."
Sam, a newlywed man, a smart newlywed man, quickly replied, "You got it. Let's go shopping!"
Shelley turned away from Sam and smirked. After all, a woman always gets herwei…(I think you got that one!)
What's my spiritual lesson today? C'mon – you knew there'd have to be something to learn!
It's this – anyone can make up a story using gibberish words.
But, there is only…
Full of Absolute Truth
Written by The Author
The LORD God Almighty Himself
And in His Word
There is Salvation!!
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