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Pnårp went spinning on the hamster wheel of life this week, even though there is no wheel and his Christmas lights weren’t straight. https://www.pnarp.com/2025/11/09/

Pnårp moldered more boldly, wondering about em-dashes, en-dashes, ell-dashes, Mike the Headless Chicken, and what it’s like to be out of his gourd—but on his beanwater. https://www.pnarp.com/2025/10/26/

Pnårp moldered more boldly, wondering about potatoes, cevition, crisation, defutution, dumb potted plants, and an old geezer geezing to and fro. Also, dandruff. https://www.pnarp.com/2025/10/12/

Pnårp moldered boldly under a patch of fungus, wondering how his kerfrumpt, skeezle-wumpus, and Nurdlebutt were doing without him. https://www.pnarp.com/2025/09/28/

Pnårp maintained that being dead has its advantages! https://www.pnarp.com/2025/09/14/

Pnårp watched with his huzzey-muffet as the whole world dissolved into thick, lurid horse mucus. Then the grues came. https://www.pnarp.com/2025/08/31/

Pnårp began to regret last week’s thousand-word salad—especially when he realized he was out of thousand-island dressing! https://www.pnarp.com/2025/08/17/

Pnårp continued to hirple, his huzzey-muffet was hobbled, and his buttocks smarted like no one’s business! https://www.pnarp.com/2025/08/03/

Pnårp hirpled about, burping, empurpled about the countenance, until everyone else started hirpling too. https://www.pnarp.com/2025/07/20/

Pnårp had second thoughts about eating all those unexploded fireworks… last year. But now it’s this year! https://www.pnarp.com/2025/07/06/