Mad Libs

So, I was cleaning out my room the other day to make more space for Ellen's stuff, and I found all kinds of wonderful things. Old schoolwork, old artwork, silly journal entries, terrible examples of my writing from when I was younger, etc. One particularly amusing thing that I found was an old Mad Libs that my friends and I had done at a laurel activity like forever ago. It's from my Napoleon Dynamite Mad Libs book and I thought I would share it with the world. I'm italicizing the words we picked. It's not completely politically correct, but don't judge us.

People were always saying I could be a Melissa model, but I didn't know a thing about fashion or critiquing. So in order bring out my inner toenail clipper, I made an appointment with Glamour Shots by Deb. What a stupid experience! She picked out clothing for my different looks: carefree, serious, and retarded. After dressing me in a queer tube top and placing an adjective in my hair, we went to the set. She placed my arm under my pelvic bone and told me to imagine myself in the Sarah surrounded by nounly sea horses. "Let me hear..." she said. "Are you sure you've never done this before? You're an absolute Erika!" Once my Sandy's are developed, I'm planning to submit them to several barreling agencies, and Napoleon's uncle Rico said he'd love to be my manager! Hollywood barrettes, here I come!