Marquis Déjà Dû (marquisdd) wrote,
Marquis Déjà Dû

Mad Libs

I came across some old “Bar Libs” I made for Leila, Candace and the krewe at Lounge Lizards back-in-the-day. You should do one and post it somewhere. They’re fun.


Dear Leila,

My name is Mosquito.

I would like to apply for a job as a shoe shine boy at Lounge Birds.

I used to hang out at The Hot Danish Pastry back in the day. Maybe you remember me? I am 9,999,999.99 feet tall and have precise eggshell hair that I usually tie up in a heart failure. I wear mincing clothes that make me look more teetering than I really am. My boots are always droll, but most people know me by my unique tongue piercings, which really define my style.

Candace used to kick me out for bathing at the bar. There was a picture of me on the Laundry Chute of Shame where Rufus and I were ignoring smorgasbords.

I've been with my parents in Minsk for a year recovering from a Flintstone’s multivitamin problem I had, but no more of that! I'm unforseeable!

I used to work at Harrah's casino as a bean counter but I got fired for forgetting at work one too many times. But they'll still give me a good reference.

I can work any hours between 88 and zero o'clock.

I love your bar because it's so scarred! All my bereft friends would totally come see me on my shifts.

My drink specialties are a super-fuscia-headed baby, which is a shot of Bailey's with a splash of placenta goo and served weeping. Also, Marcy gave me her secret recipe for a vermillion mother-tugger, which are always a hit.

If you hire me, I promise I won't blossom the customers or gestate on the job.

Leila, you have got to hire me! I'll take anything! I'll even be your forensic pathologist! I really need a job bad because my landlord is threatening to peep me next month!

Call me! Jusqu'à la prochaine!
Tags: bar libs, mad libs

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