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spn_bunker and carafindel's mad libs I thought I'd try the drabble-o-matic again. This is what I got. I'm so childish this made me cry laughing.
Please, do try a few of your own!
spn_bunker and carafindel's mad libs I thought I'd try the drabble-o-matic again. This is what I got. I'm so childish this made me cry laughing.Please, do try a few of your own!
The Battle For The Sprinkler
Under the bed, Dean swung his sprinkler. He had been busy with the sprinkler for hours and now wanted nothing more than a superb cuddle or a soft massage from his lover Sam.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his scintilating Sam appeared at the door, grinning silently.
"Put down the sprinkler," Sam said cleverly. "Unless you want me to swing that sprinkler on your pinkie finger."
Dean put down the sprinkler. He was squishy. He had never seen Sam so demonic before and it made him sorrowful.
Sam picked up the sprinkler, then withdrew a book from his elbow. "Don't be so squishy," Sam said with a demonic grimace. "A hedgehog bit my winkle this morning, and everything became hard. Now with this sprinkler and this book I can cleverly rule the world!"
Dean clutched his blue winkle gracefully. This was his lover, his scintilating Sam, now staring at him with a demonic elbow.
"Fight it!" Dean shouted. "The hedgehog just wants the sprinkler for his own scintilating devices! He doesn't love you, not the superb way I do!"
Dean could see Sam trembling gracefully. Dean reached out his pinkie finger and touched Sam's elbow cleverly. He was scintilating, so scintilating, but he knew only his blue love for Sam would break the hedgehog's spell.
Sure enough, Sam dropped the sprinkler with a thunk. "Oh, Dean," he squealed. "I'm so superb, can you ever forgive me?"
But Dean had already moved under the bed. Like the fire you light to keep away the wild beasts at night, he pressed his pinkie finger into Sam's elbow. And as they fell together in a hard fit of love, the sprinkler lay on the floor, sorrowful and forgotten.
Under the bed, Dean swung his sprinkler. He had been busy with the sprinkler for hours and now wanted nothing more than a superb cuddle or a soft massage from his lover Sam.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his scintilating Sam appeared at the door, grinning silently.
"Put down the sprinkler," Sam said cleverly. "Unless you want me to swing that sprinkler on your pinkie finger."
Dean put down the sprinkler. He was squishy. He had never seen Sam so demonic before and it made him sorrowful.
Sam picked up the sprinkler, then withdrew a book from his elbow. "Don't be so squishy," Sam said with a demonic grimace. "A hedgehog bit my winkle this morning, and everything became hard. Now with this sprinkler and this book I can cleverly rule the world!"
Dean clutched his blue winkle gracefully. This was his lover, his scintilating Sam, now staring at him with a demonic elbow.
"Fight it!" Dean shouted. "The hedgehog just wants the sprinkler for his own scintilating devices! He doesn't love you, not the superb way I do!"
Dean could see Sam trembling gracefully. Dean reached out his pinkie finger and touched Sam's elbow cleverly. He was scintilating, so scintilating, but he knew only his blue love for Sam would break the hedgehog's spell.
Sure enough, Sam dropped the sprinkler with a thunk. "Oh, Dean," he squealed. "I'm so superb, can you ever forgive me?"
But Dean had already moved under the bed. Like the fire you light to keep away the wild beasts at night, he pressed his pinkie finger into Sam's elbow. And as they fell together in a hard fit of love, the sprinkler lay on the floor, sorrowful and forgotten.
