Mad Lib

Why I Love Fall
Yesterday Ybasmatron Roadwolf and I went for a urine-soaked fall walk. It was getting colder, so we had to put on our woolly nipple pasties and sweaters.
Halfway down the block, we saw the higgenbothom family out in their yard. The higgenbothom children were raking big piles of boogers and leaping into them. Mrs. higgenbothom was planting grundle bulbs so she would have beautiful grundle flowers in the spring.
“Fall is in the air,” Ybasmatron Roadwolf said. “Soon the days will be getting more hairy.”
We walked down fontonyotz Street admiring the pooh brown and piss yellow leaves. Overhead, hemorrhoids were flying south for the winter. Two yaks scampered by, hiding acorns in a tree for the winter.
“That makes me hungry,” said Ybasmatron Roadwolf. “Maybe we should go pick some nice round red buttocks and bake them in a pie.”
“Holy Shit Fuckers!” I said. “That sounds disgusting.”