Well, MY blobbergoongus doesn't look anything like that. It has lots of slimy fur, drips a hideous concoction that burns through everything, and has a face like Bud Abbott. I'd cuddle it, but it'd kill me. It does jump out from behind things to scare me though, so there's that.
That is definitely NOT a Blobbergoongus!!! I’ve been raising Blobbergoongi for more than forty years, and they are low to the ground, have no faces whatsoever, and turn every shade of color except blue. They hate blue.
MY Blobbergoongus is named Ralphie, and he looks like a melted kittycat. Smells like one, too. The face pictured is similar if you add the crenellated tubes going in and out of his/her head (he/she is a hermaphrodite, and I believe there’s a temple to he/she somewhere in Grease). He’s pretty much taken over the house, and, to be honest, the entire neighborhood. I really hope he’ll leave someday.
You’re all skeebo. The Blobbergoongus went from being a slightly confused creature with a mixed up face (similar to the picture but with steam coming out of its ear-holes) until one Dreemil Kree Uplinding decided it needed a planet of its own. Then what was known as T-A One (also called TerAq or Terra-Aqua until the Sapiens there gave up and moved to Jupiter to become those huge, loping things we’ve all come to mistrust) was given to them, but even the Canids there fled from the Ants that continue to terrorize the planet today. The Blobbergoongi had no chance against the Formicans and succumbed, which is really a great word, if you think about it.
Spidey: You're old. Mrs. Spinchy: Yes, there is. Marlon: A gutsy occupation. Carly: You need an exterminator. Spidey: No time is real. Shrink: Talk about skeebo… Brain: Who raises who? Ron: Throb thencewards thrill.
I have, um, been in touch with all my, uh, Blobbergoongus experts, and, well, I’ve come to the conclusion that we all must include Blobbergoongi in all, um, walks of life in America. Thank you.
EXACTLY as I pictured it, even from 1964 when I first heard of it.
ReplyDeleteWell, MY blobbergoongus doesn't look anything like that. It has lots of slimy fur, drips a hideous concoction that burns through everything, and has a face like Bud Abbott. I'd cuddle it, but it'd kill me. It does jump out from behind things to scare me though, so there's that.
ReplyDeleteThat is definitely NOT a Blobbergoongus!!! I’ve been raising Blobbergoongi for more than forty years, and they are low to the ground, have no faces whatsoever, and turn every shade of color except blue. They hate blue.
ReplyDeleteMY Blobbergoongus is named Ralphie, and he looks like a melted kittycat. Smells like one, too. The face pictured is similar if you add the crenellated tubes going in and out of his/her head (he/she is a hermaphrodite, and I believe there’s a temple to he/she somewhere in Grease). He’s pretty much taken over the house, and, to be honest, the entire neighborhood. I really hope he’ll leave someday.
ReplyDeleteI don't know who all these people are, but they're all an hour behind real time.
ReplyDeleteI know, because I've been watching.
MMMWWWAAAAHA HA HA HA HA HA!
You’re all skeebo. The Blobbergoongus went from being a slightly confused creature with a mixed up face (similar to the picture but with steam coming out of its ear-holes) until one Dreemil Kree Uplinding decided it needed a planet of its own. Then what was known as T-A One (also called TerAq or Terra-Aqua until the Sapiens there gave up and moved to Jupiter to become those huge, loping things we’ve all come to mistrust) was given to them, but even the Canids there fled from the Ants that continue to terrorize the planet today. The Blobbergoongi had no chance against the Formicans and succumbed, which is really a great word, if you think about it.
ReplyDeleteI like Blobbergoongusses. I raise them in my basement! One day they’ll TAKE OVER THE WORLD!!!!
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ReplyDeleteThere are no Blobbergoongusses, really. As a matter of fact we’re ALL Blobbergoongusses.
Spidey: You're old.
ReplyDeleteMrs. Spinchy: Yes, there is.
Marlon: A gutsy occupation.
Carly: You need an exterminator.
Spidey: No time is real.
Shrink: Talk about skeebo…
Brain: Who raises who?
Ron: Throb thencewards thrill.
I have, um, been in touch with all my, uh, Blobbergoongus experts, and, well, I’ve come to the conclusion that we all must include Blobbergoongi in all, um, walks of life in America. Thank you.
ReplyDelete“B-B-B-B-B BLOBBERGOONUS!”
ReplyDeleteAAAAUUGHHH! I, uh, hate when they do that.
That would be "Who raises whom?"
ReplyDeleteHonestly, I don't understand how your species has survived for this long...
How myrtle petaled thou?
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