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Written by Atari on the 31st of January 2003
To flurbulously be,
a zorkim of pure murtulous degree,
a terromichly wipulum of me For exurled hut in tulred mut in glutuled non-glee,
I petulate you to flee,
in notulatne klee
for as the hemat keeps gloobeling in terrible shepadta,
the wondreb webas nartualently dhepadta
for the lamtuant blookals continue to destroy the flabupadta
Written by Kess on the 4th of Febuary 2003
The hotel was a piece of mouldy cherry cake,
it was a barometer on a winters day,
I hated it
Another hotel was inside my head,
it flew away out my eye,
I went crosseyed
Hotels are inoperculate places,
squinancy peeble hum,
swipple swire I said
A sybbe felwort ferrate nib,
once pinged a porbeagle,
I said still crosseyed
Argot kali minda mon,
(oh look its a small squidge of gunge that i found last night on the inside of a 64D shape)
my eyes are stuck oh well
There was a hotel on the telly once,
that was when I was still a embreo
dunno 'bout that one...
Written by Stealth Kam on the 4th of Febuary
Cheesey weesy thou art much in the convestable
Esurient ain't the half of it boyo me lad
Cheese give it to me like blood to bug
Me I like cheese
Cheese for thou art like the foot that attract the mosquito
Cheese is what I want
Cheese is what I need
Cheese heals all wounds
Written by Utter Bewilderment on the 9th of Febuary
O moistly burbling gloobleslug,
Wommit gurgle dlug,
Beneath thy sloopy krebtious klob,
In undulating glob.
Flumptiously he glurmed,
That gloptuous blobbleworm,
Slumped in hrumgish garglefloop,
Dripping with blurtious gloop,
Amidst thy blahly yaargleslob,
Thou flottelously throb,
And blurtle quite goloptiously,
Dloopmunterous you be,
Flobbering in slooptious glee,
Go, nargulously flee!
Squoggle thee thy zlaarted goose,
Thou scaptious klobbermoose!
Written by 2legs on the 13th of Febuary 2003
Gooorblinkiem, eyes befall, maulantitanous was is, the door!
Gambish hair, the floor cover as it korwerbles,
Fllurbling the hall, cowering hair,
Its on the bathroom floor
I'll currandle the hair, lampash it to smitherakinies see it laugh now?
No, its tarashinized to zarliness, never hair no more,
Render the floor free of hair, mazmaculus in floor,
Hair no more as it was see if it doesn't
Written by Stealth Kam on the 12th of Febuary 2003
O' Parsnip do your dance in my tummy wummy
Be much with giving of de-hungerment
You put me on a mission for them greens
Parsnips you know how to party
Keep your Pizza
I here for the root!
I'm not chattin' about none of your Larch now
You claim to be bland
Let it be told now
Parsnip could rock your block
Not just for the soup but the roast as well
None of your faking Swedes for me
Written by Darth Zaphod on the 18th of Febuary
Oh how wibledy is my hooberdie bobble
That wishes and washes like skrippy nusekopple
Nay, My fine Frappy feline moople dippies! Thou canst EVER dapipple my excrapilitious farflecknoogle!
OOOH Great Waffle, of fair syrupie soup and crunchie toast nuggets...FIFFLE! FIFFLE! Thou art SO STINKY!
Written by Deus ex machina on the
Oh turlingdromes in belgiumtrow, jujuflops to the same,
An ezcratiud of a gabbleblotchit.
And neither photonic torvex
In the buj of nalca
Will drun as such heared there in dissonance.
Jwanic in the most,
But hurtenflurst only in the night therefore,
Vachidnik then so nacturations
Not devischable to me
For then such, and ever after
Written by Utter Bewilderment on the 13th July
Amidst thy skaaptuous heap of dead hair
Upon gunken bathroom floor
You sacrafice a gloobleslug
With flurbulistic glee
Zlaart thee to eternal plugholedom!
Zlaart every millimetre of thy stringsome limbs
Thy flaarbling, wabbly hairy legs!
Gurgle blurgle plughole,
Plinketty plink dungspiders,
Mungle dunger straggy black dead hairs,
Piffle, utter piffle!
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