OUaL Does Madlibs – Halloween

Rawr rarr rarrrr… Halloween.

I’m never really interested until it’s right around the corner.  Then inevitably someone has plans I can’t turn down, I scramble to find a half-assed outfit, wind up stupid drunk and waking up the next day with some crazy makeup smeared all over my pillow.

Whiiiiich is exactly what happened again this year.

So SD Friend, who’s real name is Jenna (I’m over the anonymity attempts), begged me to squeeze a trip south to ol’ Saint Diahgo for some quality girl time.

Actually all of her friends were going to the Deadmau5 concert, and she wanted someone to dress up and bar-hop with downtown till it was over.

Fine with me – I’ve had something hiding in my closet just DYING to come back out and play…

TUTU!!!!!

Unfortunately the rest of the tale is somewhere between super hazy and non-existential.  So I thought you could help piece it all together…

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Are madlibs still cool?  They were the jam when I was growing up – along with Mash and Pogs and other things that didn’t require batteries or a USB port.

Anyways… we’re bringing Madlibs BACK!

Leave a comment with your fill-ins for the words below.  Tomorrow I’ll reveal my swiss cheese recollection of the night, and we’ll fill in the rest with whatever absurdities y’all come up with.

You already know I was in San Diego, bailed on a not-my-style concert in favor of bar-hopping, can probably guess what I dressed as, and slept on a friend-of-a-friend’s bed.  The rest is up to you and your fancy little imagination.

Bonus points if your imagination is fueled by booze.

Here we go!