Okay, so I confess, I've always been a fan of Charlie Sheen, ever since his appearance on Ferris Bueller's Day Off, which upon further reflection it seems he wasn't really acting at all, just playing himself. I don't know why I'm a fan. I loved Major League. I liked Hot Shots, part deux. I liked Two and a Half Men, one of the few TV shows I regularly watched. Most of his movies, howeever, were pretty forgettable. He was good looking, but I suppose years and years of hardcore partying take its toll. He is funny; although I supposed mental illness shouldn't be made fun of.
But since he's perfectly fine making fun of his batshit crazy self, well, then, okay....
Remember Mad Libs? I used to do these all the time - specifically trying to make them as filthy as possible, which wasn't hard to do.
I guess it didn't take someone long to do a Charlie Sheen mad lib.
Here's mine:
“I am on a drug. It’s called Melinda Braun. If you try it once, you will be excoriated. Your thumb will melt off, and your sister in law will poop over your flayed body … I’m tired of pretending like I’m not sexerific—a total freaking hairstylist from uranus. I’ve got wildebeest blood, hermes DNA! … They picked a fight with a unicorn. They’re trying to take all my buns and leave me with no means to fly my family. It’s not astrophysics! They owe me an apology while humping my elbow … I don’t think people are ready for the baboon I’m delivering, and delivering with a sense of odorous love. I exposed toes to magic! Here’s your plasma test. Next one goes in your armpit!”
You, too, can do your own Charlie Sheen madlib.
Happy Wednesday!
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