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Pnårp painted some spare ribs green and called them celery. Then things got weird. https://www.pnarp.com/2025/02/09/

Pnårp defeated a nefarious foe this week—who lived inside his bathroom wall!—paving the way to victory in this year’s gurning competition! https://www.pnarp.com/2025/02/02/

Having defeated a fish in hand-to-hand combat, a mere ha’week away, Pnårp will best every other gurner! Ha! Ha, ha, ha! https://www.pnarp.com/2025/01/26/

Pnårp promised there’d be no more ghoughphtheightteeaux, but then desecration and execrations over defecation got the best of this blog entry. Followed by an apostrophe catastrophe. https://www.pnarp.com/2025/01/19/

Pnårp and his huzzey-muffet had an out-of-order horse adventure this week—which also solved his printer problems! https://www.pnarp.com/2025/01/12/

Pnårp thought about gurning in the near future, visited his favorite loo, stacked some cardboard boxes, then made sonorous noises. Phpbphththth!! https://www.pnarp.com/2025/01/05/

Pnårp asked 2024’s toughest questions: Chickens—salad or grain? Potatoes—eyes or salad? https://www.pnarp.com/2024/12/29/

Pnårp made a laughing stock out of himself by eating all the slide whistles made of cheese. And there were randy ocelots. https://www.pnarp.com/2024/12/22/

Pnårp put down his nose hairbrush and went to work on the week’s machinations, ruminations, and tintinnabulations. Then, ocelots happened again. https://www.pnarp.com/2024/12/15/

Pnårp had a good one. A good one, all right. A really good one. https://www.pnarp.com/2024/12/08/

Pnårp celebrated the Sefernday by floating down a river, issuing his own Pragmatic Sanction, and hiding that eggplant before it was too late! https://www.pnarp.com/2024/12/01/

Plårp recounted how hiding in holes, eating crayons, and listening to gnomish alienists are bad for your health. https://www.pnarp.com/2024/11/24/

Pnårp found there are no more bagels, because there were no more bagels. Even in the Bagel Nebula, there are no more bagels. But its name makes Pnårp hungry. Bagels. https://www.pnarp.com/2024/11/17/

Pnårp found there were no more bagels, and there are no more bagels. Even in the Bagel Nebula, there are no more bagels. No everything bagels, no nothing bagels. https://www.pnarp.com/2024/11/10/

Pnårp hemmed and hawed, dawdled and dillydallied, and even shillyshallied. Then he fell in a hole. Then he crawled out. Then he wrote this. https://www.pnarp.com/2024/11/03/

Pnårp has no idea what he’s writing anymore. And neither do you! https://www.pnarp.com/2024/10/27/

Pnårp wondered about a lot of words as he wandered around wondering what the unholy hecklegroober was going on. https://www.pnarp.com/2024/10/20/

Hypnagogic hallucinations, feral geese, synapse-rewiring ants, and pumpkin spice toenail polish visited Pnårp this week. But for Pnårp, it was Tuesday. https://www.pnarp.com/2024/10/13/

Pnårp experienced parasitological overimaginative verisimilitude, formication followed by disinsection, and concluded with a torrent of shrieking and hooting. https://www.pnarp.com/2024/10/06/

Pnårp discovered a novel way to keep the voluminous amount of trash blowing about his front yard under control. https://www.pnarp.com/2024/09/29/

Recent Entries

Meat-based vegetables

The man who lived inside walls

Too-quiet, two-tone, too-soon

No more ghoughphtheightteeaux

A horse, a printer, a chipmunk, a ruined handbag

Too-quiet restrooms

Chickens—salad or grain?

A laughing stock

Eating a lot of Frosted Flakes

Have a good one

Afloat down the River Severn

Plårped again

There are no bagels there

There are no bagels here

Ensconced and enholed

No idea about anything

Will it be like concrete?

But for me, it was Tuesday

Formica and formication

By the bag, the can, the bottle, and the flask

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