Bewbie Squishes and Ass Grabs!!!

Welcome back to all of my tainty twatwaffles who've played before, and a special fondle to any new players!  With the possible end of DML hanging over our heads at the beginning of the summer, I'm more excited than I can express to be in the position to tell you that not only are we returning, but we even have a new bar wench who will take care of all of your needs very soon.  I assure you she's VERY accommodating.  ;)

This week, I bring you a couple of libs from two new books I picked up a few days ago.  Fresh from the presses and now available for your dirty minds to massacre.  Remember to try and go in order, refresh the comments using F5 and censorship is strictly forbidden.  Here we go!

Mad Lib #1

1.  Plural Noun

2.  Verb ending in "ing"

3.  Noun

4.  Noun

5.  Plural Noun

6.  Part of the Body

7.  Noun

8.  Verb ending in "ing"

9.  Adjective

10.  Part of the Body

11.  Verb ending in "ing"

12.  Noun

13.  Noun

14.  Part of the Body

15.  Adverb

16.  Part of the Body Plural

Afraid of the Dark

I was home alone and scared out of my Jell-O shots.  I could hear the wind sucking and off in the distance a Forks was howling.  I crossed the room, locked the butt nugget, and climbed into bed. pulling the h00rs over my sparkle peen.  Then it happened.  I could hear a Rathbulge gagging up the moist stairs.  My tit started to chatter and my knees were bouncing.  The Zane Ross was thrust open and there was a huge Rikki with hair all over his taint.  It was my father.  

"Hi, we're home," he said prematurely.  "Hope you weren't afraid of staying home alone."  

"No," I said, lying through my pussy lips.

Mad Lib #2

1.  Adjective

2.  Number

3.  Plural Noun

4.  A Place

5.  Celebrity - Male

6.  Adjective

7.  A Place

8.  Adjective

9.  Adjective

10.  Noun

11.  A Place

12.  Adjective

13.  Number

14.  Noun

15.  Number

16.  Occupation

17.  Noun

18.  Adjective

M.A.S.H.

Congratulations!  According to M.A.S.H. (the ultimate sleepover game), your future looks bright and sticky.  When you are 17 years old, you will met the man of your rubber gloves in New Zealand.  His name will be Peter Facinelli.  You will have a dickhead wedding, and you will go to Jackson Rathbone's bed on your promiscuous honeymoon.  When you return, you will move into a slippery beanbag in the bottom of a well.  You will drive an erect car.  Then when you have been married for 5 years, you will have your first trollop.  You will go on to have 1.7724538 more children.  You will work as an STD tester for the Jersey Shore cast until you retire and move to a tropical the good part.  Your M.A.S.H. future looks prosperous and squishy, so prepare to enjoy it!