MadLibs on Holiday Weekends

So today we had a cookout at the Hands' house and as the women-folk were gathered around the table, a lull in the conversation struck and someone asked if we wanted to play a game. No one initially responded and slowly a "word association" game developed. It sort of grew into a game where each person added one word only, to form a group-effort sentence. Here are some of the results of our brilliant efforts:

Music makes people sick if the song is used wrong or if words written describe flower-infested a brain.

Embrace the aroma vanilla under the wooden foot stool near toilets.

Happy people live longer without knowledge of good and evil.

Cheese makes mice eat sweeter smelling things that glow from within the stomach of parasites.

Fish take stinky baths in infested oil that came from disappearing ships in Bombay.

Turbans make indians think bigger thoughts again.

Plaque grows under many peoples' teeth unless close-up is brushed with rapid fervently.

Intestines gurgle acid loudly after meals.

Hopeful ducks swim for their safety in water above murky, cloudy, ground parts of shipwrecks.

Chandeliers hang vibrantly and show hispanic culture to unknown, undiscovered pilgrims from African safaris without relentless knowledge empty from tribes.

Fuchsia happens often if left alone, combined with herbal salt, crystalized from sea water urchins, mixed on hot potato skins.

Entertaining hazards happen spontaneously, recognizing forsaken dilemmas surrounding unknown zones proceeding many obstacles feathery, moist, and glittery.

Chocolate makes spirals with cocoa, strawberries, cilantro, papaya, and mango puree.

Photos, sandals, arches, or songs project many jolly ranchers into sweet caviar.

Star-bucks makes strangers' happy taste buds dance on purpose, when catapulted singers sing joyfully, injecting hormones by smothering kisses into their faces.

ahhh... it was a delightful afternoon. Followed by shopping... amen.

(*Deep thoughts to return again another day.)