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Dear Diary,
This week on monday I had the most horrible day. It was a string of bad happenings. I felt like I needed to talk to someone about it. Though I hadn't been to a psychiatrist before, I decided to give it a try. I looked in the phone book at all the names of doctors. I saw the name Dr. Betty Labounty and decided to choose her. I called and scheduled to meet her friday.
This is how the visit went. I started to tell her the story of monday:
"First thing in the morning, I came out of my room and went into the kitchen. My labradoodle Russ was excited I was up and he was whining because he really wanted to go for a walk. No, not just a walk- to the dog park. But right then I was starving and wanted to find something to eat. I looked in my cupboards and fridge but they were empty. All there was in the fridge was an old cheese from christmas time. I had forgotten to go to the store sunday. Russ was now holding his leash in his mouth and doing all the tricks he knew to try to get my attention. He even knows "fart" because he copied my neighbors. He looked pathetic so I decided to just take him to the dog park. I went in my bedroom to find something to wear. There was nothing clean. I had forgotten to do laundry too! Well, there was ONE thing left- it was my nice green vintage suit set that I had paid a high price for. I had to wear it.
I let Russ play at the park for about an hour while I was miserably starving. I tried to avoid all the dogs because I didn't want them to dirty my nice suit. After about 2 minutes after I put the leash on Russ to head out of the park, a huge LABRADOODLE OF DOOM!!!!!! came running across the field towards me and then slowed down just enough when he reached me to not knock me over but still put his huge paws on my nice clothes! The splatter of brown mud and white slobber was like one big tie-dye job. And I had to wear this to the grocery store.
When I walked through Grocery Outlet people were looking at me up and down in disgust, even David the Shepherd who lives at work. I just wanted to find the fudge section and then get out of there! I passed by some banana flavored chips. I could see why those got discontinued. Grocery Outlet is funny that way. I shopped for only about 7 minutes because of my embarrassment, and just picked up a few items.
After I paid for my things and walked out the door, it suddenly started pouring bucketfuls outside. I ran to my car and quickly hopped inside. I took the receipt out of my bag and looked it over. That black cashier lady had charged me 54,682,666 dollars for one cake! I decided to get my money back. I stepped out of the car. Just as I was swinging the door shut, a big gust of wind blew my hair into the doorway and it got caught! I tried to open the door but it was locked and I could see my car keys sitting on the seat! Now I was standing there slightly bent over and couldn't move and getting totally drenched! I couldn't believe it. Had the devil chosen me to laugh at for the day? I saw a shady looking man in the parking lot going from car to car looking inside them. I had to holler for help with my door, even if that guy might come over. And he did come over acting all kind and innocent. Though he couldn't help but smirk at the sight of me. Russ was barking his head off because he knows which people are bad news. I quickly asked the man if he had a cellular phone so that I could call a locksmith. He did, but he had to go in the store to get a phone book. I'm sure he probably had a tool for breaking in cars himself, but I didn't want to bring it up. When the curly man came back he handed me his probably stolen phone and I called the locksmith. They said they would be over soon. Well, it took them about a half hour to arrive. Or at least it seemed like a half hour. During the time I was waiting, my back was tired of bending in an awkward position, people were staring at me as they drove by, I was freezing, I looked like I had been swimming, Russ wouldn't quit barking, and the man was flirting with me in a creepy way. He was standing to close and smelled like grease. Anyway, after the locksmith man arrived complaining about the rain, I walked back in the store to get my money back. I looked behind me to make sure the creepy man wasn't following. I ended up getting my money back after talking to the cashier AND the manager.
When I arrived back home there was a bike sitting in my driveway. I couldn't believe it when I realized it was my cousin Kristin who had dissapeared from my family and left the state 10 years ago because she was wanted by the state of Texas for murder! She started apologizing and saying how she needed a place to stay. She also said she was now wanted for Plaegerism, claiming that the only reason she did it was because she was feeling stupid that day. Other news was that she was pregnant, hadn't been to a doctor, and planned on naming the baby David. But the worst thing out of all the things she said was, "I'm hungry."
This was one of the best organized madlibs I've ever seen. It's not every day you see seperate paragraphs. If only everyone wrote like this... |
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