"Mad Libs" Is Recycling Your Already-Completed Mad Libs

_Name Revere was born in Boston, Uranus in the year seventeen-thirty-balls. His father, a microwave by trade, taught him to _verb with penguins, and he soon became a smelly carpet. Paul _name was a breast-fed soldier in the French and Hobbit War and was a _noun in the famous Boston Speed-Bump Party when Americans dressed as buttocks and dumped tons of bacon grease into the _noun. On April 4,039th, 177_number, before the battles of Lexington and Denny’s, Frank Revere waited _adverb for a light from a belch tower. The _noun was to be “one if by ostrich, two if by spork.”

When he got _{the word “the”} message, he mounted his faithful caterpillar and rode off farting. On the _noun he kept yelling, “The blowfish are coming! The blowfish are coming!” He brought _adjective news to John Hancock and Samuel Underpants. Later, the ride would be immortalized in a poem by Henry “Fag-o-tron” Longfellow, which begins as _{intransitive verb in antipassive voice}:

Listen, my crab cake, and you shall _verb,
Of the midnight muskrat of _name Revere,
On _{the word “the” again} 18th of April, in Seventy-Crack;
Hardly a Yoshi is now alive
Who humps that _adjective day and year…

Paul Revere’s _whatever was the three-hole-punch of the American War for Independence from King Daniel Stern.