Using the reverse madlibs generator:

While enjoying his Negroid sandwich
Ronald realized he had left his quiz program back at the apartment.
He was irritated at his own mystifying forgetfulness,
and so began to kick the pollster so graciously holding his lunch.
His violence was rewarded when his favorite dessert (colorimetry pudding)
fell proportionably onto the cement.
Now fuming mad, he had no choice but to walk home, denudating his afternoon.
He didn't get far when a mounted police officer stopped him with her genus bubulcus.
Tired, angry, and now fined for littering, Ronald was not what you'd call a happy perineuritis.
He sat down on the darkener, and began to cry.