Okay, without looking at your entries, I've written two Libs. In honor of Rush's 2112 album, I'm going to apply the Libs in this order--II., I., I., II.--to each of your posts. In some cases I've added words (in parentheses) where kinda needed. Thank you.
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Lib II. (as applied to lukket):
One [u]great[/u] day, I started riding up the [u]Pyrenees[/u] Mountains on my trusty [u]Legos[/u]. However, the [u]annoying[/u] path was blocked by the carcass of huge hiker who had [u]enjoyed[/u] (himself) halfway up the mountain. So, I turned around.
On the way back down, I saw [u]Don Quijote[/u] and [u]kaufman[/u] pulling [u]eggplants[/u] out of their asses. How drole. They had also laid out a picnic of [u]veal[/u] pudding and [u]bananas[/u]. Aside from the browned [u]eggplants[/u], everything looked delicious. “Holy [u]Darn[/u],†I exclaimed, “You two [u]yawners[/u] are a sight for sore eyes! I sexily stripped off my [u]trousers[/u], so they invited me to eat with them.
For some reason, [u]kaufman[/u] decided to pull out an [u]axe[/u] and kill [u]Kofi Anan[/u]. I was shocked! Then, [u]Don Quijote[/u] put on [u]the[/u] apron with [u]"Yawn"[/u] (written) on it and proceeded to grill the body. The sizzling flesh smelled awful, but it tasted like a very [u]naughty[/u] chicken.
Believe it or not, [u]scyess[/u] showed up at our picnic--back from a [u]generally[/u] sexless jaunt through [u]Italy[/u]--and asked if we had any [u]gaspacho[/u]. Of course we had some, but [u]scyess[/u] didn’t eat the soup, instead, he [u]killed[/u] his [u]tongue[/u] in a bowl full and [u]saw[/u] (visions) while singing Devo’s “Whip It.†[u]You[/u]--that was the best picnic ever!
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Lib I. (as applied to attitudechicka):
[u]Wow[/u]! I can’t believe I [u]untied[/u] my [u]toes[/u] like that last night. I was [u]carving[/u] like a fat man drinking [u]tomato soup[/u] in [u]Bosnia[/u]. And did I really [u]rapidly[/u] fondle [u]mmyers[/u] with that [u]jazzy[/u] leather dildo? Yeah, I’m hung-over, but I swear I saw [u]the[/u] aardvark lick honey off of [u]Winston Churchill's[/u] [u]9mm[/u].
What the hell happened to my [u]socks[/u]? I bet [u]Transformers, robots in disguise![/u] kept them as a souvenir—those undersexed [u]shits[/u]! I mean, I should know better than juggling [u]bananas[/u], [u]steak[/u], and [u]carrots[/u] with my genitals in front of [u]KajunFirefly[/u], but that’s what [u]Harry Potter[/u] did in that book, right?
Anyway, it turns out that I’m [u]poured[/u] (out) from [u]landing[/u] on my [u]teddy bear[/u] way back in the day. I think I’ll quit my job, give away all my comics, journey to the [u]Rocky[/u] Mountains, and fornicate with those [u]pink[/u] goats the rest of my life. Goodbye.
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Lib I. (as applied to kaufman):
[u]Holy Maniacal Red Robots, Batman[/u]! I can’t believe I [u]thought[/u] (of) my [u]islets of Langerhans[/u] like that last night. I was [u]direct[/u]--like a fat man drinking [u]lobster bisque[/u] in [u]Iceland[/u]. And did I really [u]proudly[/u] fondle [u]NooniePuuBunny[/u] with that [u]moist[/u] leather dildo? Yeah, I’m hung-over, but I swear I saw [u]the[/u] aardvark lick honey off of [u]this week's President of Bolivia's[/u] [u]trebouchet[/u].
What the hell happened to my [u]toga[/u]? I bet (that) [u]joker[/u] (Steve Miller) kept it as a souvenir—that undersexed [u]fuckety-fuck[/u]! I mean, I should know better than juggling [u]bananas[/u], [u]kielbasa[/u], and [u]watercress[/u] with my genitals in front of [u]boorite[/u], but that’s what [u]Gilligan[/u] did in that show, right?
Anyway, it turns out that I’m [u]defenestrated[/u] from [u]exploding[/u] on my [u]Slinky[/u] way back in the day. I think I’ll quit my job, give away all my comics, journey to the [u]Himalayan[/u] Mountains, and fornicate with those [u]purple[/u] goats the rest of my life. Goodbye.
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Lib II. (as applied to UnknownEric):
One [u]stank-ass[/u] day, I started riding up the [u]Appalachian[/u] Mountains on my trusty [u]Matchbox cars[/u]. However, the [u]fucking[/u] path was blocked by the carcass of huge hiker who had [u]jerked[/u] (himself) halfway up the mountain. So, I turned around.
On the way back down, I saw [u]Batman[/u] and [u]lara7[/u] pulling [u]peas[/u] out of their asses. How drole. They had also laid out a picnic of [u]chicken[/u] pudding and [u]pears[/u]. Aside from the browned [u]peas[/u], everything looked delicious. “Holy [u]Motherfucker[/u],†I exclaimed, “You two [u]giant tits[/u] are a sight for sore eyes! I sexily stripped off my [u]Catholic school uniform[/u], so they invited me to eat with them.
For some reason, [u]lara7[/u] decided to pull out a [u]missile[/u] and kill [u]Tony Blair[/u]. I was shocked! Then, [u]Batman[/u] put on [u]an[/u] apron with [u]giant tits[/u] (emblazoned) upon it and proceeded to grill the body. The sizzling flesh smelled awful, but it tasted like a very [u]toe-curling[/u] chicken.
Believe it or not, [u]ivytheplant[/u] showed up at our picnic--back from a [u]quickly[/u] sexless jaunt through [u]Andorra[/u]--and asked if we had any [u]Hot and Sour soup[/u]. Of course we had some, but [u]ivytheplant[/u] didn’t eat the soup, instead, she [u]pounded[/u] her [u]penis[/u] in a bowl full and [u]picked[/u] (scabs) while singing Devo’s “Whip It.†[u]Sweet Mother of Shit[/u]--that was the best picnic ever!
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Ha, hope you enjoyed those. I sure did. In other news, ivy has a penis! Sorry, ivy. ;)
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