Hunting for Madlibs

On the way back from a ridiculous weekend at the beach with my voluptuously lovely friend Ashley and almost dying of boredom.... (since I don't have a CD player in my (almost) awesome car) and the lack of radio station choices was starting to put me asleep...I needed a change of pace. I needed madlibs. How amazing would a once dull car ride be with MADLIBS?! Yeah, it would be totally radical...Ashley concurred.
Not two seconds later, a small shopping complex with (you guessed it) A WALMART appeared! To me, this was a sign from God that Ash and I were meant to finish the trip with Madlibs.

Sadly however, this was not the case. After running through the WalMart searching in EVERY aisle that could POSSIBLY carry Madlibs AND after asking 2 employees...we walked out of the WalMart totally flabbergasted. I simply could not FATHEM the reality that WALMART, the SUPER store that APPARENTLY carries EVERYTHING...did NOT have Madlibs! Outlandish...totally.

Needless to say, since we were already in the shopping center, we decided to stop in the Dollar General next door. Yeah, so pretty much Dollar General carries EVERY religious book you can THINK of, but they DONT carry Madlibs...totally unexceptable.

2 stores down and 2 more stores to go at this point. Next stop, the Dollar Store (which is apparently different enough from the Dollar General, to have right next door)...yeah, no luck there either.

Now I, (always optimistic)...had one last glimmer of hope that the grocery store would carry Madlibs..(honestly I swear I used to see them in the check out lines...I SWEAR).

As soon as we walked into the grocery store, the smell of trash and rancid meat smacked me in the face. At this point I was somewhat annoyed and after running through the whole grocery store, I realized there was NO magazine isle. HOW GHETTO IS THIS PLACE? NO magazine aisle? COME ON...

I yelled out to the ONE man working the register, "Is there no magazine aisle?"
He gave me a look like he really had no idea what a magazine aisle in a grocery store even WAS...and then said, "uhh, I dont think so,"
YEAH OBVIOUSLY NOT ASSWIPE ..since i JUST looked through the WHOLE store...I was just hoping that maybe in my craized state I would have suddenly gone blind and MISSED the magazine aisle which I was hoping contained MADLIBS...

As we walked out of the rancid smelling grocery store, a man who had been mopping the floor (with quite dirty water I might add) asked me point blank...
"are you from Pennslyvania?" (note: we were in a rather ghetto part of Maryland)
I guess maybe I forgot to take off the sign posted on my forehead which reads.."I'm from PA" UMMMM ....the fact that I AM from PA is totally irrelevant... it was a random question which somehow made me livid.

We finished the rest of our car ride WITHOUT madlibs. HOWEVER... I promised Ash that as soon as I got home, I would create my OWN madlib and send it to her...which I did. Feel free to fill in the blanks. :)

So, your on you way to the beach…Ocean City (name of small under-developed country) that is, listening to your favorite (band), naturally. One of your best (the word “friend” in any language)’s is sitting on the (adjective) seat next to you. Unfortunately, your (adjective) (same name for friend used above) used (internet map provider) for the directions and needless to say you guys are lost as (person or thing).
Therefore, you, being the (adjective) one, decide to pull over to a (random highway stop) to ask for directions. After a few seconds of looking, you spot a man with no (something that a person could have none of) compulsively eating (type of food). He gives you a somewhat (adjective) grin and starts speaking in (weird language). Your friend, trying to prove she’s really not an (adjective for a stupid person) lets out a (noise) and starts communicating with this man via (strange way to communicate). You sense immediately the random (any science class) and decide to leave your friend with this (adjective) man and try and find the beach yourself.
Ironically, you are able to find the beach and after having an (adjective) week, you decide to call your (adjective) boss at the (place of work) and tell him you have taken a new job (strange occupation) in (name of beach that you used earlier) where you have met and fallen in love with the oversized (adjective) (noun) whom you are now engaged to.
Two years pass by and you wake up one day, after a crazy night of (activity) you realize that you are still wearing that (cheep metal) ring and STILL not married. Suddenly your friend whom you left at the (same roadside stop as earlier) pops into your mind and you decide to leave Ocean City (name of beach) and (name of whatever your engaged to) in search of your long lost (adjective) friend.
Oddly enough, you find your now (what happens to a girl when she’s with a guy too long) friend and take her along with (the guy at the roadside stop) back to (name of town) where you all find that your houses have been taken over by (adjective) (nationality) people. Therefore you get back in the (adjective) car and drive off to (country) where you meet the true love of your (adjective) life, get married and open up a (type of store or facility) where you have (adjective) children and spend the rest of your life drinking (type of alcoholic beverage) spouting out (crazy phrase in a different language).