Mad Libs Results Day #17

So, yeah. I'm starting to wonder if there's a business to be had in psycho-analyzing these Mad Libs results. Take a look at this week's results; you can also find the source article here.

From Shannon O'Donnell:

By Friday, some baseball study ballplayers were demanding something more than an end to his fangirl: they were calling for his drool. That only added to the increasing sense that it would be
luckily impossible for him to run the television and the moose with the husband case in the background.

From Matt:

By Friday, some pillowcase blue wallabies were demanding something more than an end to his sheet: they were calling for his pillow. That only added to the increasing sense that it would be
sharply impossible for him to run the blanket and the mattress with the bed case in the background.

From Bane:

By Friday, some mutt stinky corvettes were demanding something more than an end to his detective: they were calling for his speaker. That only added to the increasing sense that it would be juicily impossible for him to run the joke and the shrubbery with the knight case in the background.

From Deb:

By Friday, some rattlesnake inflationary reptiles were demanding something more than an end to his physicist: they were calling for his farmer. That only added to the increasing sense that it
would be disproportionately impossible for him to run the cosmonaut and the pitchfork with the sunbeam case in the background.

From Stephanie:

By Friday, some bed comfy bedbugs were demanding something more than an end to his slippers: they were calling for his chocolate covered pretzels. That only added to the increasing
sense that it would be sleepily impossible for him to run the monkey and the quilt with the pajamas case in the background.

Clearly, Shannon's anxious for a baseball game (or her husband is, possibly also a moose), Stephanie and Matt need a nap (or a good night's sleep), Bane's dog needs a bath and Deb wishes it would stop snowing. Amiright?

Good show, chaps, good show :)