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Mad Libertine

Here is a little mad lib style dingus for you. I made it so it automatically enters the result in the comments, so check there to read the result. I am going to work on this alittle more, I think, maybe to make it more custom, and have multiple results, but mostly I wanted to figure out the automatic entering of the comments, and that is what is here.

check it out!

Now with fixed for Internet Explorer flavor!!

: verb

: first name

: verb

: adjective

: adjective

: noun

: verb

: exclaimation

: noun

: exclaimation

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{ 13 } Comments

  1. madlibber | February 17, 2005 at 2:16 pm | Permalink

    But, soft! what light through yonder window jump?
    It is the east, and jerry is the sun.
    Arise, fair sun, and poop the envious moon,
    Who is already sick and red with grief,
    That thou her maid art far more silly than she.
    Be not her sofa, since she is envious;
    Her vestal livery is but sick and green
    And none but fools do dance it; cast it off.
    It is my lady, damn, it is my boy!
    argh, that she knew she were!

  2. Andrew | February 18, 2005 at 10:25 am | Permalink

    But, soft! what light through yonder window blather?
    It is the east, and Tony is the sun.
    Arise, fair sun, and corrupt the envious moon,
    Who is already sick and slippery with grief,
    That thou her maid art far more punctuated than she.
    Be not her mop, since she is envious;
    Her vestal livery is but sick and green
    And none but fools do obfuscate it; cast it off.
    It is my lady, Zounds!, it is my person!
    Zoinks!, that she knew she were!

  3. Andrew | February 18, 2005 at 10:26 am | Permalink

    Problaby ought to add an ‘s’ to the end of the verb in line 1.

  4. Guinness | February 18, 2005 at 11:41 am | Permalink

    The s oversight has been corrected. Thank you for bringing this to our attention. We strive for the highest quality for our viewers, and realize that you have choices in random silliness, so we thank you for choosing AllGuinness.

  5. Commander Plaza | February 18, 2005 at 1:33 pm | Permalink

    that was delightful.

  6. dave | February 20, 2005 at 2:17 am | Permalink

    But, soft! what light through yonder window s ?It is the east, and is the sun.Arise, fair sun, and the envious moon,Who is already sick and with grief,That thou her maid art far more than she.Be not her , since she is envious;Her vestal livery is but sick and greenAnd none but fools do it; cast it off.It is my lady, , it is my !, that she knew she were!

  7. dave | February 20, 2005 at 2:18 am | Permalink

    doesn’t work with Macs

  8. dave | February 20, 2005 at 2:22 am | Permalink

    But, soft! what light through yonder window s ?It is the east, and is the sun.Arise, fair sun, and the envious moon,Who is already sick and with grief,That thou her maid art far more than she.Be not her , since she is envious;Her vestal livery is but sick and greenAnd none but fools do it; cast it off.It is my lady, , it is my !, that she knew she were!

  9. Guinness | February 20, 2005 at 1:32 pm | Permalink

    Are you using the safari browser? it is probably really strict on how it interprets the javascript and what is allowed in the page. I imagine camino would probably work ok.

  10. Heather | March 2, 2005 at 12:37 pm | Permalink

    But, soft! what light through yonder window runnings ?
    It is the east, and Heather is the sun.
    Arise, fair sun, and kissing the envious moon,
    Who is already sick and extra large with grief,
    That thou her maid art far more red than she.
    Be not her automobile , since she is envious;
    Her vestal livery is but sick and green
    And none but fools do cascading it; cast it off.
    It is my lady, oh, no, it is my bed!
    wow, how exciting, that she knew she were!

  11. grass | March 7, 2005 at 10:05 pm | Permalink

    But, soft! what light through yonder window kicks ?
    It is the east, and Jim is the sun.
    Arise, fair sun, and eat the envious moon,
    Who is already sick and bright with grief,
    That thou her maid art far more shiny than she.
    Be not her goat, since she is envious;
    Her vestal livery is but sick and green
    And none but fools do walk it; cast it off.
    It is my lady, YOW!, it is my subway!
    YEE-HAR!, that she knew she were!

  12. madlibber | March 11, 2005 at 8:44 am | Permalink

    But, soft! what light through yonder window Plows ?
    It is the east, and Damon is the sun.
    Arise, fair sun, and Nail the envious moon,
    Who is already sick and Tight with grief,
    That thou her maid art far more Firm than she.
    Be not her Bubble, since she is envious;
    Her vestal livery is but sick and green
    And none but fools do Pound it; cast it off.
    It is my lady, Yes!, it is my Rod!
    Awwyeahhh, that she knew she were!

  13. closed | June 14, 2005 at 5:26 am | Permalink

    forgetlesbiansreckons

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