Mad Twits: Twitter + Mad Libs

Ah, Mad Libs. The good old days of relentlessly flipping through pages of lexical templates, thinking up only the most clever (and raunchiest) parts of speech, and the ever-knowing reward of reading back a most absurd narrative that YOU helped write. But sadly, in our age of ridiculous technology and meaningless obsessions, who has time to mad lib?

That’s why there’s MAD TWITS, a new age mad lib for the tech savvy, media induced socialite on the go…because what’s more ridiculous, futile, or mindlessly entertaining than your favorite celebs tweeting in narrative unison?

Recently, some celebs took par
t in a Mad Twit called “A Mystical Quest.” It went a little something like this…


There once was a handsome Prince named George Forman. Who always wished for a schlong and explored the land in search of boobs. 

During this almost legal quest, the Prince came across a starving unicorn and then asked, “OMG. Can someone please tell Bed Bath & Beyond to stop emailing me?” 

The unicorn responded, “Hell yeah, hell yeah f*cking right!” The Prince rejoiced, “Regardless, it’s a blue eye shadow kinda day,”  as he was watching Selena. Such a sad ending


Suddenly the duo were under attack by a fastball. The trolls are foaming from their toothless holes. Rumor mill abundant with evil gossip. Mainstream heretics. Smirking, and it roared “I specifically ordered persian rugs with cherub imagery!!! What do I have to do to get a simple Persian rug with cherub imagery uuuuugh!” The quick prince defended himself with a by myself cupcake-making party!


All the while the poor unicorn was
drinking formula, reminiscing about the good ol’ days. My “big curly hair hero,” proclaimed the unicorn who now felt so full; helppppp me.

It wasn’t until a 
waitress just hit me – punched me for no reason that the prince said “Join me, unicorn,” because I can’t belive my grand mother’s making me take out the garbage. I’m rich. F*ck this; I’m going home. I don’t need this shit.  
The unicorn agreed and joined the prince on his quest because sometimes you have to cry in the bushes to be a winner.

The end! 


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Lisa was born and raised in the suburbs of Chicago where she developed an early admiration of deep dish pizza, sausage, and Da Bears. Shortly after graduating from DePaul University, she decided to pack up and drive across the country to live in LA with her boyfriend and his two friends – because that’s what responsible, educated, sensible women do. When Lisa isn’t writing & performing comedy, analyzing television shows, or attempting to stay in shape, she spends her time emailing her mother all the reasons why she should still love her.

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