Mad Libs

I’ll be sure to take tons of pictures and post them to Facebook. I will title the album “_______ (verb): welcome to the glorious _______ (same place).” All of the Facebook kingdom—including Zuckerberg—will be super ________ (emotion) of our adventures.

On vacation, my group—the self-dubbed ________ (adjective) kids of William Jewell College—will roam the sandy ______ (noun)(s) searching for ________ (abstract idea) to write the next great American novel or the most __________ (adjective) song. Thoughts of _________ (professor) or the dreaded ________ (subject) will never cross my mind; I’ll be too occupied __________ (verb) the _________ (adjective) _________ (noun)(s) or buying kitschy _________ (noun)(s) for all my nearest and dearest back home. I’m all too ________ (adjective) to leave all my ______ (noun)(s) behind for the _________ (adjective) climate awaiting me. All the rain and _______ (noun)(s) of wind are just not for me, but that’s Missouri for you, or so I’m told.

My friends and I best not get too ________ (adjective) or ________ (adjective), we definitely don’t want to _______ (verb) the bad habits of _________ (celebrity). Then again, if we play our ________ (noun)(s) right, we could become famous ourselves. Me and my posse will change our names—possibly one name monikers like Prince, Cher or Madonna. Dye our hair, don ________ (adjective) shades and adopt a(n) _______ (adjective) accent. We could leave our old lives behind. Fame will be ours and as far as the Hill’s community will know, our plane crashed in the vicinity of the Bermuda Triangle. They’ll make up _______ (adjective) stories about our existence on a deserted island. It’ll be like Lost, but without Jorge Garcia.