My fiance Tim gave me the fill-in words. I wrote the story, using the parts of speech he gave me. Then I filled in the words he'd already written. When I thought about it, I realized it wasn't really "reverse" mad-libs from Tim's perspective.

The other day I went to the watermelon. My saxophone was there. We walked sparingly into the apple, where we swam on the bench. I gambled swimmingly because he had a green tarantula drunkenly crawling up his penis.

Tim said, "I put 'penis' in because once I saw it was a mad-lib I was obligated to say 'penis.'"