When was the last time you played Mad Libs? We hadn’t played in years and had actually forgotten about the game until our friends over at the Night Owl by M. Pierce fan page came up with a Night Owl version of Mad Libs. It was hilarious and epic and oh so wrong. You can join the fan page and see the Mad Lib events here.
Anyway, you know about our Colby Keller love on this blog. We religiously stalk his Twitter feed like the good fangirls we are and one day he tweeted about Karl Marks’ book We’re Here, We’re Queer, We’re Mad Libs (Adult Mad Libs). I one-clicked this little gem within minutes. After I received the book from Amazon, the girls and I decided to play virtual games. I would provide them with the word list and then fill in their stories. And because we are dirty girls, the posts were quite filthy and really fucking funny. The only snag was that since I bought the book, I didn’t get a chance to submit a word list until my twitter buddy and fellow Colby fangirl LD invited me to play a virtual game with her. Thanks, LD!
And again, many thanks and a shout-out to the Night Owl by M. Pierce fan page for getting us interested in Mad Libs again.
Are you a Fag Hag, a Stag Hag, or a Fruit Fly: A Quiz
Straight people love gay bars! There’s no pressure to flirt with THUMBS, and you can dance the TIGER away without being bothered. But gays love labels, so take this quiz to find out how you fit in.
Are you a guy who hangs out with TITS, has lots of MOIST friends, and would rather wear a SQUEAKY flannel shirt to a fancy dinner than a BEAUTIFUL suit? You might be a stag hag.
Are you a girl who loves SMART guys because they are so funny and fabulously SEXY? Do you like to hang out in gay WOODS because you feel safe and love the FRESH music the DJs play there? If you don’t have a best gay HAT, but you totally support gay SOCKS, then you might be a fruit fly.
Do you love every gay BLOWDRYER that you meet? Are all your best COCKS gay? Would you rather spend your time POUNDING with all the SPARKLY men in your life than shopping with your girlfriends at the mall? You’re probably a fag hag.
Coming Out Letter
Dear Mom and PAULA,
Hi, it’s me – your loving LIPS, MATT SKY. My COCK is aching! I’ve wanted to talk to you about this for some time, but I get so THICK when I think about your reaction that I haven’t had the FEATHERS to do it. Mom . . . Dad . . . I love TREES! And as you may already know, I’m SILKY. I’ve known the RED truth for some time now. I know you might be SHINY with CLOTHES right now, but hopefully in time you’ll understand. Though you’re not the first LOTIONS I’ve told, I wanted to be the DESK to tell you before GIGANTIC Aunt ANGIE called to say, “I told you your son was a big HAIR!”
Your GOLDEN son
Do you know your hankie code? In the 1970s, gay men used a code of colored handkerchiefs to identify one another and their KINKY proclivities. Use this guide so you don’t get caught unawares.
If he’s got a black handkerchief hanging out of his THONG, he might call you TASSEL while you handcuff him to your WHIP in the LAUNDRY ROOM.
A PINK hankie means he wants to put your NAVEL in his NECK and probably admires Monica Lewinsky for her taste in BLACK dresses.
If he’s POUNDING a green hankie, you better have a great job as a LIBRARIAN, because it’s going to take THIRTEEN dollars to get anything started with this stud.
Orange is bright for a reason. This guy is up for LIPS, LIPS, and more LIPS — anytime, anywhere!
Coming Out Letter
Dear Mom and BED,
Hi, it’s me – your loving SNOWMAN, MATT SKY. My NIPPLE is aching! I’ve wanted to talk to you about this for some time, but I get so STIFF when I think about your reaction that I haven’t had the BANANAS to do it. Mom . . . Dad . . . I love LADYBUGS! And as you may already know, I’m SQUISHY. I’ve known the WET truth for some time now. I know you might be DELICIOUS with SWORDS right now, but hopefully in time you’ll understand. Though you’re not the first PUSSIES I’ve told, I wanted to be the SECRET to tell you before LOUD Aunt JEN called to say, “I told you your son was a big DINOSAUR!”
Your CRAZY son