(March 15, 2013 at 10:22 pm)The Germans are coming Wrote:Quote:One night, my polnischer crush, Hans wanted to make out with me but i didnt let him cuz he had a Kraut on his lip. I almost kissed Albert but then i saw Friz and i was starstruck, he made my Schwanz pound, skip a thump when i see her in the street and yeh. Franz Arsch hit me in Brustwarzen and i ran away with a big turtleneck. END.
My God, Germans, that was one of the most hilarious results of a madlib I have read so far!