Turkey Day Mad Libs Contest (CLOSED)
Let's have some Thanksgiving fun. Remember Mad Libs? If not, here's your introduction. We have a pre-written Thanksgiving Tale called "My Epic Thanksgiving" but we need you to finish it off by filling in the blanks with words in the order below. The goal- to make this story turn out as crazy as possible. We'll choose 5 of the funniest mad libs to feature here and to win a prize from The Hustler Club prize vault."My Epic Thanksgiving"
adjective:
famous male:
famous female:
your name:
favorite atl song:
food:
singular noun:
favorite band:
sound:
past tense verb:
favorite singer:
adjective:
exclamation:
past tense verb:
exclamation:
adjective:
animal (singular):
pet name:
How to enter:
-E-mail your submissions, numbered in the order below to [email protected] in an email entitled "Turkey Day Mad Libs".
-Be sure to include your full name, mailing address, username and e-mail address with your submissions.
-Only one submission allowed per Hustler.
-Submissions are due by Saturday, November 28th. Good luck!
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My Epic Thanksgiving by Grace T.
This was the most sexy Thanksgiving ever. When I came in to dinner, Justin Beiber was sitting next to Grandma, and Fran Drescher was carving the Thanksgiving beef nachos with extra cheese.
“Have a seat, Grace,” said Fran Drescher.
“Pass the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry pie, Justin Beiber,” said Grandma. “You know, it would be really nice to start with a song. Grace, would you sing ‘I Can't Do the One Two Step’ for everybody?”
“Gosh, Grandma,” I blurted out. “I can't sing in front of everybody. I'm not a rock star like Escape The Fate, you know.”
At that point there was the sound of nails on a chalkboard at the front door. I screwed to the hall and opened the door. There was Escape The Fate!
“Hey, dude, are we in time for ‘I Can't Do the One Two Step’?” asked Alex Gaskarth, the lead singer of Escape The Fate.
“Escape The Fate! I can't believe it! Did you really come to my house for Thanksgiving dinner?” I asked. I was really pointy.
“OH MY LORD JESUS IT'S HUGE!!!!!!” said Alex Gaskarth. “We wouldn't pass up a chance to eat your grandma's Hogwarts School of Witchcrafy and Wizardry pie!”
So I led Escape The Fate back into the dining room, and we sang ‘I Can't Do the One Two Step.’ Everyone clapped and handled.
“You should come on our next tour with us!” said Alex Gaskarth.
I AM NEVER DOING THAT AGAIN! I was going to be a rock star!
“Grace! Grace! Wake up. It's time to make the pumpkin pie.”
It was my mom. I was in bed. It was Thanksgiving morning, and it was all a dream!
For a moment I felt really yummy because I wasn't going to get to be a rock star. Then I thought about it.
“Well,” I decided, “I am thankful for my family, for my home, and for my pet walrus, Lemon Nuts. And I'm really thankful I won't have to eat Hogwarts School of Witchcrafy and Wizardry pie today!”
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My Epic Thanksgiving by Alyssa J.
This was the most juicy Thanksgiving ever. When I came in to dinner, Hugh Hefner was sitting next to Grandma, and Lady Gaga was carving the Thanksgiving banana-nut muffin.
“Have a seat, Alyssa,” said Lady Gaga.
“Pass the bowling ball pie, Hugh Hefner,” said Grandma. “You know, it would be really nice to start with a song. Alyssa, would you sing ‘Toxic Valentine’ for everybody?”
“Gosh, Grandma,” I blurted out. “I can't sing in front of everybody. I'm not a rock star like All Time Low, you know.”
At that point there was a RAHHH at the front door. I creeped to the hall and opened the door. There was All Time Low!
“Hey, dude, are we in time for ‘Toxic Valentine’?” asked Beyonce, the lead singer of All Time Low.
“All Time Low! I can't believe it! Did you really come to my house for Thanksgiving dinner?” I asked. I was really bootylicious.
“SWINE FLU!!” said Beyonce. “We wouldn't pass up a chance to eat your grandma's bowling ball pie!”
So I led All Time Low back into the dining room, and we sang ‘Toxic Valentine.’ Everyone clapped and masterbladed.
“You should come on our next tour with us!” said Beyonce.
YOUR PANTS ARE ON FIRE!! I was going to be a rock star!
“Alyssa! Alyssa! Wake up. It's time to make the pumpkin pie.”
It was my mom. I was in bed. It was Thanksgiving morning, and it was all a dream!
For a moment I felt really ginger because I wasn't going to get to be a rock star. Then I thought about it.
“Well,” I decided, “I am thankful for my family, for my home, and for my pet catdog, Big Mac Daddy. And I'm really thankful I won't have to eat bowling ball pie today!”
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My Amazing Thanksgiving by Hailey M.
This was the most moist Thanksgiving ever. When I came in to dinner, Matt Damon was sitting next to Grandma, and Megan Fox was carving the Thanksgiving hush puppies.
“Have a seat, Hailey,” said Megan Fox.
“Pass the fish bowl pie, Matt Damon,” said Grandma. “You know, it would be really nice to start with a song. Hailey, would you sing ‘Coffee Shop Soundtrack’ for everybody?”
“Gosh, Grandma,” I blurted out. “I can't sing in front of everybody. I'm not a rock star like All Time Low, you know.”
At that point there was a kazoink at the front door. I jumped to the hall and opened the door. There was All Time Low!
“Hey, dude, are we in time for ‘Coffee Shop Soundtrack’?” asked Travis Clark, the lead singer of All Time Low.
“All Time Low! I can't believe it! Did you really come to my house for Thanksgiving dinner?” I asked. I was really dazzling.
“BAM!!” said Travis Clark. “We wouldn't pass up a chance to eat your grandma's fish bowl pie!”
So I led All Time Low back into the dining room, and we sang ‘Coffee Shop Soundtrack.’ Everyone clapped and creeped.
“You should come on our next tour with us!” said Travis Clark.
Kapowie!! I was going to be a rock star!
“Hailey! Hailey! Wake up. It's time to make the pumpkin pie.”
It was my mom. I was in bed. It was Thanksgiving morning, and it was all a dream!
For a moment I felt really cantankerous because I wasn't going to get to be a rock star. Then I thought about it.
“Well,” I decided, “I am thankful for my family, for my home, and for my pet platypus, Wimpy. And I'm really thankful I won't have to eat fish bowl pie today!”
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My Epic Thanksgiving by Rob W.
This was the most whimsical Thanksgiving ever. When I came in to dinner, Groucho Marx was sitting next to Grandma, and Tina Fey was carving the Thanksgiving chili.
“Have a seat, Rob,” said Tina Fey.
“Pass the wood pie, Groucho Marx,” said Grandma. “You know, it would be really nice to start with a song. Rob, would you sing ‘Lullabies’ for everybody?”
“Gosh, Grandma,” I blurted out. “I can't sing in front of everybody. I'm not a rock star like Red Hot Chili Peppers, you know.”
At that point there was a gun shot at the front door. I blew to the hall and opened the door. There was Red Hot Chili Peppers!
“Hey, dude, are we in time for ‘Lullabies’?” asked David Grohl, the lead singer of Red Hot Chili Peppers.
“Red Hot Chili Peppers! I can't believe it! Did you really come to my house for Thanksgiving dinner?” I asked. I was really elastic.
“Totes!!” said David Grohl. “We wouldn't pass up a chance to eat your grandma's wood pie!”
So I led Red Hot Chili Peppers back into the dining room, and we sang the ‘Lullabies.’ Everyone clapped and flew.
“You should come on our next tour with us!” said David Grohl.
Splendiferous! I was going to be a rock star!
“Rob! Rob! Wake up. It's time to make the pumpkin pie.”
It was my mom. I was in bed. It was Thanksgiving morning, and it was all a dream!
For a moment I felt really absurd because I wasn't going to get to be a rock star. Then I thought about it.
“Well,” I decided, “I am thankful for my family, for my home, and for my pet wombat, Wilfred. And I'm really thankful I won't have to eat wood pie today!”
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My Epic Thanksgiving by Carly G.
This was the most creepy Thanksgiving ever. When I came in to dinner, David Hassellhoff was sitting next to Grandma, and Hayden Panettiere was carving the Thanksgiving hummus.
“Have a seat, Carly,” said Hayden Panettiere.
“Pass the penis pie, David Hassellhoff,” said Grandma. “You know, it would be really nice to start with a song. Carly, would you sing the ‘Jasey Rae’ for everybody?”
“Gosh, Grandma,” I blurted out. “I can't sing in front of everybody. I'm not a rock star like All Time Low, you know.”
At that point there was a moan at the front door. I humped to the hall and opened the door. There was All Time Low!
“Hey, dude, are we in time for the ‘Jasey Rae’?” asked Barry Manilow, the lead singer of All Time Low.
“All Time Low! I can't believe it! Did you really come to my house for Thanksgiving dinner?” I asked. I was really clumsy.
“Son of a mother duck!” said Barry Manilow. “We wouldn't pass up a chance to eat your grandma's penis pie!”
So I led All Time Low back into the dining room, and we sang the ‘Jasey Rae.’ Everyone clapped and shot.
“You should come on our next tour with us!” said Barry Manilow.
Holy Balls!! I was going to be a rock star!
“Carly! Carly! Wake up. It's time to make the pumpkin pie.”
It was my mom. I was in bed. It was Thanksgiving morning, and it was all a dream!
For a moment I felt really fuzzy because I wasn't going to get to be a rock star. Then I thought about it.
“Well,” I decided, “I am thankful for my family, for my home, and for my pet meerkat, Doug. And I'm really thankful I won't have to eat penis pie today!”