Apparently, My Brother, My Brother and Me have started doing a mad-libs segment periodically, based on words submitted on Twitter, or something like that. The following was just too good to pass up posting:

It was another uncomfortably wet night in boner city, and I was as shitty as an incorporeal wiener. I'd just ordered another ice dong from the scabby bartender Usher, when I fractured my gaze on a hypertensious beauty across the bar. I made my way over facetiously. "Pardon my genocide", I defenstrated, "but you have the most erect mandible I have ever floundered."
"Oh? Is that an aardvark in your flibbertygibbet or are you just bonered to bogart me?" she ruminated.
"Let's ping-pong this prestidigitation and get down to tomfoolery," I rocketed. "What's your name, fiddlesticks?"
"Bunnyhug Geronimo," she said with a wedding on her face, "and you?"
"Maverick. Maverick Fleshdaddy." And with that we climbed onto my laser cone and cudgeled all night long.