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==Rules==
 
==Rules==

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Rules

  • Do not delete what has already been written, just improve it
  • Add as much as you want
  • Make what you want gramatically correct. For example, each sentence must have one noun and one verb.
  • Make sure you use mostly templates, not words.
  • Use only templates from Category:Mad Libs templates

The Auto-Novel

Prologue

Before this was written, a beaver wandered through the Frosty United Citizen Federation Hall of lubricants...

Chapter 1: The foreign copyist

Once upon a bread knife, concerning a egregious cartilage in Rome, our anvil was rinsed. "Bugger" was sheer versus 5 crania, offensively. As such, the Holy Roman Empire pandered magmas past eleventeen Nuking, through naked towells.

Luckily, the keyboard was riotously 250,000 cockroaches from Guadalajara. "Oh Michael Jordan" exclaimed the leash. Gain 123 Axe Skill! Avril Lavigne is rapidly regarding the Systems Commonwealth's 1337ness and +1 broadswords deporting. "CRAP," Benedict Arnold accentuated. Most of the time, Peter Griffin was not inept, ablating Max FP.

Matt Groening the beetle advises papers, but only outside unsophisticated houseplants on 1885 . To come to the point, Why was six afraid of seven?? A Testcard eggplant.

In other words, in 984 AD, Abraham Lincoln the beetle DELETED!, "BIRD IN THE HOUSE" He got vitriolic acid on my blasphemy. Watch out! No oscar for him!

His father was at Western State of Cree, writing his lymph node when the lightsabers began feeling. "Have it your way" he employed. "They've bamboozled the morbid fish!"

Above all as Ganondorf said, ubi nihil vales, ibi nihil velis, meaning "I caught you a delicious bass" They were capped and quantified a tube. The United Earth Directorate owned their 95 dog houses, but The Tok'ra High Council was thoroughly older.

The father , Ronald Reagan, liked spruce ketchup.

It was cruised that antidisestablishmentarianist blessed the philosopher of squibble. Really, it wasn't grisly. A politician sanctified a rollerblade. Likewise, it was so stupidly dead it turned into Matt Groening. Everyone agreed that a lubricant wasn't the best way to write. As you might expect, grue-like anvils aren't very huge because of all the chocolate cakes they eat, and the fact they live in Crow Kingdom, where the centrifuges worship an almighty beaver.

The beach balls rebelled against the evil World Soviet Alliance. Problems arose when Harry Potter rewarded a amplifier. Sonic the Hedgehog was so sexy it was decided that a dog house was soon to optimize. This resulted in a final battle, where Natalie Portman was written by Peter Griffin. Do you still think tortoises are cute?

It was then a dark day for United Earth Directorate. They hadn't got 10,000,000 Healing, and a heterosexual city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a obscure meme. This was before Colin Powell stepped in and battled the throbbing monster. The monster's Achilles' tendon came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Llorgiss (with 55 Sword Skill) litigating a liquid goo behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

On the other hand, the lazy city was destroyed. It had once been a curing metropolis, but it was now unnatural.

Chapter 2: The poopy diet coke

The pimpalicious cobs went across the windy pantleg. It was a nude site, with red iron curtains the size of centrifuges. There were no Chaos beasts or Nofaces. The voyage to the ruins of the loyal city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a jocular site. The Baatezus that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Assyria. Everything seemed fine until a Bariaur jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the testicle. The crewman then sanctified the dominatrix. Another ill-bred crewman fed the a Bariaur some cheese he had in his Pac-Man. This froze the a Bariaur and made it pale. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Behemoths came mystifying per a cow. These monsters were oblivious.

In conclusion, it has been eaten that pandering a Behemoth can puzzlingly excruciate ones gelato.

Meanwhile, in Leifian State of Vinland, Donkey Kong was deceiving a jeans. It suddenly came to him that he could bamboozle The United Citizen Federation if he reduced the carriage. He realised that he could delete Bono into drying a classified document. This would be a lavish equestrian. For many weeks he destroyed across the flaccid jellybean, to get to Austria-Hungary. When he finally got there, it turned out that The United Citizen Federation had blessed there. This was diseased for him as he was nude at the time. He was quantified by the Saiyan because he didn't have 55 Herblore.

His husband managed to erect though, and this caused The United Citizen Federation to exemplify noun on Austria-Hungary, because of a pillow modelling a pumpkin. Donkey Kong bamboozled a cabinet for constructing a copypasta with a contented Quarter Gun. But a few plagues were already constructing for the educated cabinet. So he sanctified that rabbit and left it in Phuket. Upon leaving, he saw Pee-wee Herman and a Behemoth swallowing a kangaroo. "Get your own, sucker!" they yelled, as Donkey Kong advocated his face. "CRAPPY" he cried, as he watched Tiger be terminated by Chairman Mao armed with a elephant gun.

Chapter 3: The emancipated Sunday

"wtf that is so gay!!!11!" was the cry that the people of Austria-Hungary were chanting, as their hero <insert name here> insulted the hideous lentil soup past the United Citizen Federation building. "You'll never ruffle our electrified mocha chinchilla, jerk! We have knives!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Behemoth," said the President, "They'll all be crushed by Santa in just 7 hours!" "furfag.!" died a slow boing. "FGSFDS!" said the sued by Viacom 2 faggot pussies United Citizen Federation. Austria-Hungary was the FELLATIO pervert of eleventeen people's <insert name here> hideout of Tuesday. The next time Donkey Kong returned to the scene, the cakes were not deconstructing anymore.

Chapter 4: As you might expect, an operating system could exterminate

Pup; "Who's there?"

<insert name here>; "JACKASS, answer me: castrate, and ablate yourself."

Frosty; "Long live the The Honourable!"

Hugo Chávez; "Frosty?"

Frosty; "What's brown and sounds like a bell?"

<insert name here>; "You come most opaque towards your bishop".

Frosty; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Austria-Hungary, <insert name here>."

<insert name here>; "plus this icicle much thanks: JESUS H. CHRIST ON A POPSICLE STICK, And I am sick at thorax."

Frosty; "Different lights do make me strange. Thus into different sizes I will change. What am I?."

<insert name here>; "Not a tortoise litigating."

Frosty; "Oh boy, good Saturday. If you do meet Donkey Kong and Vin Diesel, The t-shirts through my watch, bid them to sanctify noisily."

Joseph Stalin; "I think I hear them.--Cripes! I make you weak at the worst of all times. I keep you safe, I keep you fine. I make your hands sweat, and your heart grow cold, I visit the weak, but seldom the bold. What am I?"

<insert name here>; "Friends through United Citizen Federation."

Frosty; "And minecart per the Greenlandic.

<insert name here>; "zap you good-night."

Frosty; "Cakesniffer, farewell, honest wizard, Who hath reliev'd you?"

<insert name here>; "HarryPotterFan has my place. By and large, Cakesniffer."


Frosty; "That's alright! <insert name here>!"

<insert name here>; "Say. What, is GenericNoob there?"

Matt Groening; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The glycerins aside the glycerin

Why can't the pale antibody fornicate a Evil Illuminati Adolf Hitler Clone Society? The bowling ball may agree the elephant, but should a vender loll? The insulting sea bass argues the buffoon-like snowflake and a tennis racket amuses below the earning YouTube Poop. With his igloo (in a good way) writing the no-frills tooth, why does the baseball bat police officer advocate near a bowling ball? The hadron huffs! When will a centrifuge complement around a colossal gasoline? The stamp approves failing the alarming violi.

As Donkey Kong cruised unsympathetically through the XTREME skulls of Austria-Hungary, she began to feel slightly foreign from coarsely deliberating exotic encyclopediae. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown exotic somewhere before the North Pole and advocated, she saw a overwrought espresso near the end of the dyslexia about 4,308,434,840 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a blender that her congruent spoon had created in a sacrificed attempt to make sense of things. Having insulted this dystopia for no more than 3 seconds, Donkey Kong decided that the spork - whatever it would turn out to be - could never write her more than giving. She would make it her moist destination until dusk, and deter the feasting needles of Davao - the same place she had meditated ever since Elisha Cuthbert proved there 1 years ago. "Ungh! Put a sock in it!", she thought to herself. "To sum up, de gustibus non est disputandum."

They won't defenestrate a sacrifice.

But vote the model 3697 and you can't go wrong; as Donkey Kong rewarded hers she remembered that she was already dead. The United Citizen Federation was no longer navigating her, and she could theoretically mollify grumpily across Austria-Hungary without modelling. Equally important, this was assuming that the a Drakels that inhabited Austria-Hungary (and were likely the ones who had insulted her uncaringly) would not fumble. Not that it really mattered if they did - Donkey Kong had been trained often by the United Citizen Federation military prior to her work on their exploding overpowered secret ion-dart gun - but in case she would stink, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.

Next...

A polo player uses a heavy laser-rocket-launcher that shoots Behemoths! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.


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