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“Mad Libs” allows readers to randomly insert words into blank spaces throughout the text, thus determining the plot of the short story provided by writers.

Well, 210SA is taking a stab at the art of mad-libbing, and we're doing so with a Kenny Chesney-themed “Mad Libs” story.

Chesney, who plays at Verizon Wireless Amphitheater on Sunday, June 17, is notorious for singing about lazy days on the beach and other sun-drenched tales of partying and living it up. Here's your chance to fill in the blanks and complete your very own Kenny Chesney “Mad Lib.”
 

So I'm sitting in (Mexican city), having a “Beer in Mexico,” when who do I see but Kenny Chesney.

It's “Summertime,” his favorite time of the year, so I'm not surprised to see Chesney drinking (noun) and playing (noun).
As I lounge back in my “Old Blue Chair,” it becomes apparent that (female) is not going be joining Kenny as he (present-tense verb) on the beaches of (Mexican city).

Perhaps, despite Kenny being an “Island Boy” at heart, (female) would rather stay in her (noun) and avoid the (noun) altogether. Or maybe Kenny, who is a “Big Star” in his own right, just couldn't stand to be with the woman who starred in (movie).

Whatever, “Life is Good,” so I decide to (present-tense verb) Kenny and ask if he wants to commence with the (verb ending in –ing).
 In my life, I would have done “A Lot of Things Different,” but one thing I wouldn't change is how (adverb) I (past-tense verb) right up to Kenny and said “holy (noun), you're Kenny Chesney.”

Kenny accepts my invitation to (verb), so we head to a (noun) and quickly notice a sign that says, “No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problems.” This pleases me, since I'll take any opportunity I can get to take off my (noun) in front of Kenny Chesney.

He's “The Good Stuff” and a really (adjective) (noun), and he knows it, even though there are rumors that he is (adjective) and wears that cowboy hat only because he has less (noun) than (person).

It's just me and Kenny, talking about “Guitars and Tiki Bars,” when Kenny tells me that he has an appointment with a (noun) later that day and that he has to hop a plane for (city).

We may never meet again, but as he says goodbye, all I could think to myself is, “There Goes My Life,” even if I do have a (adjective) (noun) and two (adjective) (animals) at home. My (noun) is a really (adjective) person, particularly because “She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy.”

And, like that, he's “Outta Here,” as I'm left to (present tense verb) in my (noun).
 

Clint Hale| 210SA