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there ya go!

You, You...Waaaaaaaaaaa!

lol, you just can't write more than "fist" if you want in there randal!

missed by that much,,,,,

Oddly, it is a rush!

Well, If i am to be beat out of first post, then I'm glad it was someone with a sense of humility! LOL!

enjoy it while you can. I'll get you next time first post... next tiiimmmeee!!!

I just wanted one 'First Post'. You guys, The Glumbert Elite, can have the rest. It was cool to get it on my first day signing up....

the parrot says "welcome, welcome"

Thanks Riza. Should have done it months ago....

LOL!

it's more likely Alzheimer's

Ram what up you?

I don't think you want to know, Bill....

Prolly' right there grp.

Might be a reference to that tree man vid.

That was a very good analogy! Litter will get you kill't!

Hey Chaz and Randal, other than you two, Miter, and occasionally Riza, were missing a lot of the old guard. Where's Canuck(NOT camuck),where's Pod, where's Throb(oh,never mind, we know "where" he is) Even Stream rarely comes up for beatings. Hope they didn't all drift off into alias world.

Also mostly MIA, UDB, Skid, Dixie and many others.

I think I scared off two of them....honestly....I feel bad. I was gonna say my bad, but I think I'll just be me for awhile. I think I pissed off Dixie and Throbstick.....I'm not sure about the rest but who knows what damage my alter-ego did....I really meant no harm.....so I'll go back to one-liners. Hopefully they'll make everyone laugh. Mako gave me the courage, Randal gave me hope, Chaz was always the voice of reason, Usedouchebag made me laugh and not take myself so seriously, sven flattered, throb tickled, skids surprised, billboat (I luv) is sooooo funny, and Canuck's back didja know......bless his heart....the buggers workin' his ass off on his house and yet he (and Randal) appease us starvin' squirrels.....Oh, ya, I know there is a big controversy (ya I spelled it wrong, I ain't doin spell check since the "illude, elude" thing......fuk it!) about who adolfvanker is.......I don't care who you are or aren't come home.....we are a bunch of misfits.....but I look at Glumbert like a rich (no I don't mean money) painting. My first sighting was Randal......I saw an image in my mind....it grew from there....a visceral montage of sound, image, sight, touch......however lately....I have seen so many blank pages. Be brave you aliases.....feed my imagination......fill in the blanks.

Alrighty then.....got a little off track there....hope some of you viewers got the point tho......luv, Nikki.

I heard my name and jumped out of bed to what all the hub bub was about!

And low and behold Bill and Riza were out here talking it up! LOLOLOL!!

They're gonna have to throw me off this site before I quit posting! HA!

not a creature was stirring, all through the night, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;



The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;



The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,



But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.



And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.



But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."

oh ya
no problem...
as far as i can tell there's nobody behind the wheel
..... someone pointed out
this is the cyber equivalent of
"Lord of the Flies"
rocks are flying
boars are roasting

so who wears the specks?

Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen. Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen.

*Licks Riza*

riza,
basically
donner. dasher. cubix and vixen did all the haevy lifting
the rest were just a bunch of slackrz

posted too late as I am apt to do.....funny comment tho from you!

Holy CRAP!(and not just ironically) even Streamlined has his own useless tool of a copycat.

Can't Glumbert do a purge or something?

God bless Cleveland for being the butt of the joke. Go browns!

Rizamoon, you always write how i imagine you to talk, quite em ...pause ... Disjointed....pause is this em....correct?

To be honest skids, I enjoy writing (ya your right, you can't call what I do writing) as I think. I'm one of those girls who overthinks, worries, analyzes, second-guesses herself way to much. If I type as I think and (....................pause) as I think, I don't hold back, question, judge myself, or put myself down as much as I do if I plan something. The only time I get you guys to giggle is if I close my eyes and cross my toes and let her fly without thought.............Sometimes it's good sometimes lame sometimes really stupid.............but I like to make people laugh. No Skids, if you met me in real life I'm very reserved, critical of myself, and way to uptight and stressed out. The only reason I function in the real world is my daughter......she keeps me grounded and gives me the courage to at least let 'er rip unconditionally on Glumbert. Thanks for askin'.

Yes, baby, I been drinkin'
And I shouldn't come by I know...
But I found myself in trouble,
And I had nowhere else to go.

Got some whisky from the barman,
Got some cocaine from a friend.
I just had to keep on movin'
Til I was back in your arms again

Guilty, baby I'm guilty!
And I'll be guilty the rest of my life...
How come I never do, what I'm supposed to do,
How come nothin' that I try to do ever turns out right?

You know, you know how it is with me baby
You know, I just can't stand myself...
And it takes a whole lot of medicine
For me to pretend that I'm somebody else

Okay.....I really feel that I should know what you wrote, as a song......if you did that on your own, qudos (fuck, how do you spell cudos, quodos, qudos, goodooze, I dunno) anywho, if those be lyrics you wrote, you must tell me who, what, where and when.....I bet I could date myself to it......but, really, I'm curious.

In the eternal language of SNL (Old School of course) Nevermind...I figured it out. Great lyrics joey wrote tho, eh?

written by some one who I share my first name on this site with! Randy Newman

Songs called Guilty! It's sooooooo Fracking goood!

Quite the opposite. Please refer to another Glumbert cinema
extravaganza, "The Easter Bunny Hates You."
Care to guess what I stuff my Thanksgiving turkey with?

stutz

your diced family?

Skids, saw your comments on recycling on the other thread! You're amazing dude!
Very commendable my friend! You mustn't get into those sort debates w/ little kids such as chimpchin!

He's to young to understand and perhaps a bit mildly retarded!? Methinks ?

Does your family know you're giving away these secrets? I'm glad you did, because I can't wait to try it! I'm already plotting which two will have the honors, but I'm running out of time! I must decide soon. Must we follow the recipe to the letter, or are we allowed to substitute? Say, for instance, I do not have immediate access to duck lard. Is there something else I could use? LOL

Cause I'm guilty, so guilty,
I'll be guilty for the rest of my life
How come I never do
What I'm supposed to do
How come nothing that I ever do
ever turns out right?

No, Mr. Arseface, I am a living mockery of pomp,
and I have servants to serve me.
As for idiocy, I would reserve that appellation for
yourself. Have you no sense or dignity?
Why any sentient human would choose to call themselves
"Arseface" boggles the mind.
Thank you for your helpful, if misguided comment.

First, to answer your queries:
I have only a distant relation to the Stutz Motor Company,
producer of fine automobiles from 1911 to 1934, and never a
"failed" company, unless you wish to label all American businesses
who shut their doors during the Great Depression "failures".

I am under the distinct impression that Cockney rhyming slang and
Yiddish are two discreet dialects, although your crude inference
does not escape me.

My deepest sympathies on your personal appearance, although
I can only assume that your unfortunate lack of proboscis arose
from plastic surgery run amok. And I imagine your countenance
prevents you from picking up women in bars, with the possible
exception of the drinking establishment featured in the film
"Star Wars."

I trust this might clear up your obvious confusion.
-Lord Offenbach Stutz, Seventh Earl of Blogshire and
member of The House of Peers

You oughta know

I most certainly am NOT!! NAILGRASS you, you....oh forget it.

Mr. Face
Please forgive my making sport of your personal appearance;
it was in the poorest of taste.
Normally I am not so churlish, but Rupert was late with
my medicinal herbs.

Kilmartin is referring to the ill-conceived and unfortunate
re-issues of the brand in the 1970's.
The original firm never made a Bobcat; that was produced
for Marion Motors in 1911.
Stutz concentrated on making racecars, not mass-market
production models.
Kilmartins comments are correct, but citing them is a failed
attempt at a personal insult.

And yes, my family stands proud of the musical achievements
of great-great uncle Jacques. I try to carry on his parodic
inclinations in my own humble way.
I suggest "Gate Parisienne" for your listening pleasure.

I share his balding pate and pince nez, but aside from
those attributes, I look exactly like Errol Flynn.

Herr Werebear:
That was what my dear mater used to say
when she was of the opinion that something
"sucked".