Mad Libs

Let me first preface this by saying that raising boys is a whole new world to me. I grew up with a sister and girls are MUCH different than boys. I'm slowly getting used to the world of farts, burps and 'boy talk' My older boys (aged almost 9 and 7 1/2) get National Geographic Kids magazine each month. In this issue was a Funny Fill-In (aka Mad Libs) This takes boy talk to a whole new level.

Below is the story that threw my boys into fits of laughter. When I say my boys, I am including my oldest child aka my husband.

I tried ice-skating for the first time today and I guess you could say I have beginner's luck. I picked out the stupidest black skates and laced them up in poopy knots. Nosily I stepped out onto the creepy ice. I farted off the wall and into the middle of the rink. So far, so good. Then, out of nowhere, a group of stinky athletes pooped by me at about septimillion miles an hour. Somehow I had skated into the middle of an fooseball ice game! The next thing I knew, I was farting all over the ice. As I attempted to barf around the players, I saw a baseball bat coming straight toward me. Before I could move out of the way, it hit my weinie and burped off my boob. I tried to stay on my feet, but began peeing around and around. Instead of creating a figure eight, I was making a figure (100). When I finally came to a stop, a loud buzzer sounded and the players yelled, "Hot Momma!" That's when I discovered I had accidentally scored a goal and won the game!