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Every once in a while, the results of a mad lib are worth sharing with the world. My favourite lines are in purple.

Think different

Here's to the yellow ones, the socks, the zebras, the blenders.
The medium-rare pegs in the silly holes.
The ones who poke things differently.
They're not fond of noses, and they have no kitten for the status quo.
You can close them, peel with them, lament them, limit or enhance them.
About the only thing you can't do is electrocute them.
Because they defenestrate companies.
They duck. They sew. They calculate.
They humidify. They zip. They time.
They remedy the elixir forward.
Maybe they have to be crazy.
How else can you giggle at an empty mirror and see a work of apricot?
Or sit in a drawer and stop a chain that's never been ambled?
Or swim at a red outlet and see a plane on wheels?
We make frames for these kinds of people.
While some may see them as the straws, we see panel.
Because the ones who are crazy enough to change the leisure suit, are the ones who bite.

In fact, in hindsight, the entire thing may just be an ode to Kim Jong Il. I mean the leisure suit, the mobilizing of the planes on wheels, the outlet of red communism, the disinterest in the status quo, and the number of people that want to put him into a jail frame. I guess that means we cannot electrocute him.

That's the thing that's great about Mad Libs, it can take completely innocuous words, string them together, and give them a completely different meaning.