This is not a meme but something fun this is a story I did of mad libs

boy name: Cheesy

boy name: Ouma

length of time: week

noun plural: Yoyle berrys

occupation: Youtuber

noun: inanimate insanity taser

verb ed: drinked

body parts: leg

noun: buff banner

noun: money

verb ing: dropping

ADJECTIVE: bad

noun: dinky knife

ADJECTIVE: perverted

verb: jump

ADJECTIVE: perfect

POPULAR MAGAZINE: Mad

ADJECTIVE: long

noun: Battalion's Backup

VERB ENDING IN "ED": cooked

NUMBER: 23

VERB: stop

NOUN: Self-Aware Beauty Mark

LENGTH OF TIME: days

ADJECTIVE: dead

NUMBER: 10

NOUN (PLURAL): Jarates

VERB: play

VERB ENDING IN "ING": walking

NOUN: mutated milk

ANIMAL: dog

ANIMAL: cat

FOOD: cook spiders

EVENT: Thanksgiving

EVENT (PLURAL): Christmas

NOUN (PLURAL): burger bazaar

VERB ENDING IN "ING": hitting

FAMOUS QUOTE: Elementary, my dear Watson.

NOUN: banana bus

ADJECTIVE: good

VERB ENDING IN "ED": Pushed

NAME OF GIRL IN ROOM: starlow

ANIMAL (PLURAL): loins

VERB ENDING IN "ING": working

NOUN: Force-Thousand-Nature

NOUN: waluigi launcher

VERB: trip

VERB: sleep

This is how the story tuned out

I didn't fall in love with Cheesy .

I fell in love with Ouma.

And that was Week ago,

when for three and a half Yoyle Berrys,

I worked as your Youtuber.

I don't expect you to

remember me. I wasn't a Inanimate Insanity Taser

then. But you did ask me out.

And it Drinked my Leg to say no,

but I loved you too much.

I couldn't bear to become

just another Buff Banner in your Money.

With your Dropping habits, I knew

that even if I was Bad enough...

to get a regular spot

on your rotating Dinky Knife...

I would never have your

Perverted attention long enough

for you to fall in love with me.

I knew I had to do something

to set myself apart.

I knew I had to quit my job

as your Youtuber...

and Jump an international best-seller

Perfect enough...

to get the attention of a New York

publisher as well as "Mad" magazine...

but long enough

that as long as I went unseen,

"Mad" magazine's star journalist...

would refuse

to do a Battalion's Backup about it.

I knew that every time we were supposed

to meet, you would get Cooked...

by 23 of your many girlfriends

and stand me up...

and this would give me a reason

to Stop with you over the Self-Aware Beauty Mark...

and declare that I wouldn't meet

with you for Days.

And then all I would have to do

was be Dead and wait...

the 10 or three weeks it would take

for everyone in the world...

to buy a copy of my best-seller...

and then I would begin to get

the Jarates I would need for you...

to, one, see what I look like, and, two, see

me Play you in public...

as the worst kind of man.

I knew this would make you wanna

get even by Walking one of your exposés.

And in order to do that,

you would have to go undercover...

assume a false Mutated Milk

and pretend to be the kind of Dog...

who would make the kind of Cat

I was pretending to be fall in love.

Since I was pretending to be a Cat

who would have Cook Spiders on the first Thanksgiving...

you would have to pretend to be a Dog

who wouldn't have Cook Spiders for several Christmas.

And in doing so,

we would go out on lots of Christmas...

to all the best places

and all the hit Burger Bazaar...

until finally, one night, you would

take me back to your place...

that you were hitting

was someone else's...

in order to get the Counter Strike Awp you needed

to write your exposé...

by Looking me

until I said, "Elementary, My Dear Watson."

But saying "Elementary, My Dear Watson."

was also my Banana Bus.

I just wanted to tell you

the truth so that when you

heard me say, "Elementary, My Dear Watson."...

you would know that I knew who you were,

and you would know who I was.

Then you, the Good Ouma...

would know that you'd

been Pushed at your own game...

by me, Starlow ,

your former Youtuber.

And I would have,

once and for all, set myself apart...

from all the other Loins

you've known, all those other Loin...

that you never really cared about,

by Working myself someone...

like the one person

you really love and admire...

above all others: You.

Then, when you realized that you

had finally met your Force-Thousand-Nature...

I would have at last

gained the Waluigi Launcher...

that would make you wanna

Trip me first and Sleep me later.

It sounds like a weird reader x ouma fanfic that all bye bye.