Here is the story I wrote using Erik's words:

Once upon a map there was a bothered pussy cat who wanted to mount. One Sunday the Peter rode all day long. Wood felt annoyed about it. Then later, a cool bike captured and a horny dog submitted into the blue woods. They both ran and then went home.

We tried it both ways. Chiara was more true to the "Mad-Lib" concept, in that hers tells a little story, mine are just random sentences.

[Machine tools] tried to [swim] me.

Going away makes me a [stinky] [lips]

My sweetie is [oily] when he [gazes]

Let's go [touch] in a [Kung-Pao Chicken]

One day, I hope a [fluffy] [butt-lint] [helps] me to a [duck.]