Stuck With Them Pokemon Peeps

Really Romantic Mad Libs

Milani: Wait...she was already 77 while the guy was still 12?!

Jace: PEDOPHILE!

Paul: And he's a butt toucher.

Dawn: Cooper Boozer is disgusting.

Milani: So...22 beats per minute? Or her heart would literally beat 22 times everytime her butt is touched?

Jace: This is weird.

Milani: Wouldn't she get heart failures because of that?

Gary: Last, there was Jace Thomas who I used to call Tubby for short. He had major issues. He would get sad over spilled soy sauce! He brought be a bouquet of boxes one time and I forgot to say AYE! and he went insane, like literally. He pinned me to the television and dug his toes into my nose and told me to feed, or should I say he made me. I guess you could say he was colorful, but later that year I stole his fan and burned all his papers. He never wanted to see me again and I was okay with that

Jace: Excuse me?!

Dawn: YOU DATED THIS PERSON, JACE?!

Jace: That could have been any other Jace!

Paul: Are you sure?

Jace: Yes.

Paul: Really?

Jace: NOT ME.

Dawn: Bouquet of boxes.

Jace: I don't like that Jace guy in that story.

Dawn: You mean you?

Jace: NOT ME!

Gary: Right now I'm dating a fine old Unovan man who loves me for my angel! I really like him and hope it really does work out.

Milani: My angel?

Dawn: I really hope it would work out.

Gary: Finito!

Milani: Okay! My turn!

(time skip)

Milani: This one is called "My Ideal Dream Man".

Gary: Jace. The end.

Jace: Very funny, Gary.

Milani: My ideal dream man would be someone high built and into lifting nails. Nothing is more pretty than a man with 88 strong arms that protects you and cuddles you when you're intelligent. He has to love outdoor activities such as blanket climbing, camping, swimming at the beach and possibly drinking the waters with me at like a Hoenn native ocean somewhere.

Gary: Lifting nails. Jace?

Jace: What?

Dawn: 88 strong arms?

Paul: Must be electronic.

Gary: Clemont made them for him.

Jace: How exactly do you climb blankets?

Dawn: Cuddles you when you're intelligent.

Gary: Stupidity means no cuddles.

Milani: He's gotta like Pikachu, doesn't smoke, plays something like the bass and definitely has been married. I'd want him to have short cerulean hair that's styled down with side-burns , brown feet and he'd have to have a cute smile, the kind that sends chills down my finger.

Gary: Seems...accurate, actually.

Dawn: Except the part she says she wants someone who was already married before.