Bump, gurgle, gurgle!
Pnårp bumped and gurgled around underground, where he is now found. Dugongs abounded and pepperoni was consumed. https://www.pnarp.com/2025/11/16/
The wheel of life
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/
Yes, it did (softly)
Pnårp lay here softly—yes, it did?—tacky blow-up Halloween lawn ornaments (did not) abound(!). https://www.pnarp.com/2025/11/02/
A hankering and a beanwatering
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/
A paracosm and a long Swede
Pnårp moldered more boldly, wondering about the comical paracosm of his life, revolting long Swedes, meatballs and sausage, and how sinister the ambidextrous are. https://www.pnarp.com/2025/10/19/
A potato and a crisation
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/
A grasshopper and a tenderloin
Pnårp moldered more boldly, wondering about grasshoppers, legs, tenderloins, Trills, and an inventory of daisies. https://www.pnarp.com/2025/10/05/
Moldering boldly
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/
Being dead means…
Pnårp thought about all the ways being dead has its advantages—and there are so many! https://www.pnarp.com/2025/09/21/
Six days on Nizgidge Ridge
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/
Another week on Nizgidge Ridge
Pnårp fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down. Cicadas sung a song of doom and a swamp completed the tune. https://www.pnarp.com/2025/08/24/
A week on Nizgidge Ridge
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/
A sunset on Nizgidge Ridge
Pnårp watched the Sun sink into the unthinking depths below the Earth, while groundhogs oinked, grunions surfed, and Beetles flew off like butterflies. https://www.pnarp.com/2025/08/10/
Hirpled, hobbled, blithely a calzone out the door
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/
A sneezeless day
Pnårp got through the entire day without sneezing. This was not for lack of trying. https://www.pnarp.com/2025/07/27/
The purple hirple
Pnårp hirpled about, burping, empurpled about the countenance, until everyone else started hirpling too. https://www.pnarp.com/2025/07/20/
Underground poopworld
Pnårp used to think there was an entire underground world in the sewers made out of poop. But then he learned the truth. https://www.pnarp.com/2025/07/13/
Fourth, fifth, sixth… of July
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/