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(Archival photo of the creators from the year of The Creation.
Notice how this photograph proves "clowns" and "friggin'-creepy" were synonyms even in 1989.)
The following is a reenactment of the World's Funniest Mad lib EVER!, created by Colleen AF Venable and Adelina Mae Photina Martin during a period of fourth grade brilliance. This should not be confused with the actual World's Funniest Mad lib EVER!, which archeologists still hope to uncover while sorting through the recent My-Lord-That's-A-Lot-of-Mad-Libs-Books-In-My-Parents-Attic-I-Can't-Believe-I-Used-to-Think-They-Were-Collectible Discovery.
Gone Foggy'
One fog I went fishing -- fishing invariably makes me fog. Most people like to fish in streams, but I, in my fog, like to fish in fog. Standing foggily, I baited the hook with a fog (and a couple of foggy fog for good measure), leaned back, and foggily cast my fishing fog. I waited for a whole fog, fog to relieve the boredom, when finally a fog caught my attention. Foggily, I pulled and fog on my fishing fog, straining until my last ounce of fog was gone, and reeled in my catch.
I was fog. There, lying before me like a foggy fog on a fog's fog, was a giant fog. As if that weren't foggy enough, the fog, to my utmost fog, started to fog.
Foggily, I dropped my fishing fog and ran back to my fog, without looking back. I don't know when I've been so fog or fog.
Recent scholars were disturbed by the dark, creepy nature of this classic Lib. In 2005, in an effort to appease the experts and general public, Colleen AF Venable offered a cheerier rendition:
Gone Chipmunky'
One chipmunk I went fishing -- fishing invariably makes me chipmunk. Most people like to fish in streams, but I, in my chipmunk, like to fish in chipmunk. Standing chipmunkgily, I baited the hook with a chipmunk (and a couple of chipmunkgy chipmunk for good measure), leaned back, and chipmunkgily cast my fishing chipmunk. I waited for a whole chipmunk, chipmunk to relieve the boredom, when finally a chipmunk caught my attention. Chipmunkgily, I pulled and chipmunk on my fishing chipmunk, straining until my last ounce of chipmunk was gone, and reeled in my catch.
I was chipmunk. There, lying before me like a chipmunkgy chipmunk on a chipmunk's chipmunk, was a giant chipmunk. As if that weren't chipmunkgy enough, the chipmunk, to my utmost chipmunk, started to chipmunk.
Chipmunkgily, I dropped my fishing chipmunk and ran back to my chipmunk, without looking back. I don't know when I've been so chipmunk or chipmunk. Who DOESN'T like chipmunks? Chipmunks are the milk-chocolate of the animal world.
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