Posted by B Day on November 4, 2000, at 13:56:22
In reply to Re:Humbly asking admittance to the Kingdom, posted by Emmanuela on November 4, 2000, at 1:51:13
> There is perhaps an Overthrow on its way - a coo-detach - I feel the seeds of dissent quivering in preparation for germination. And now for the 'complete the sentence' part of the coup - 'Like it or ------ ? The first Pupating Lump to correctly conclude the foregoing sentence will be able to share the Ambassadorial Duties with Master Bob.
>(...glad I don't have to do it. It would make my brain hurt.), thinks the Ambassador.
> A toe has been seen trembling outside the blankie, reaching, blindly, like one of the Hungarian men in capes, for the floor. There is a whisper underlying the anthem, the eyeballs are more pink now than red, the banter beginning to change to ...could it be?...yes, music....
>Ah-hh! I've not read such prose since I visited the nation of Halluci!
> There is a rumor afoot, that, though certainly not hypomania, a certain, how shall we say, a je n'ce'est pas, a certain joie remembrance has been sighted. And I opt for triple brie studded with garlic as the food mascot.
>Yes, another excellent nomination, and a part of France possibly worth saving.
> And on second thought, anyone who can write the those lyrics to the anthem deserves to be Ambassador.
>(blush)
> And in the Articles of Incorporation, or perhaps the Bylaws, I think it necessary to add the necessity for a certain way of looking when we're outside the house - the Look is somewhat askance, and always with eyes slightly averted.
>Necessity is the burden of our land; most especially when it's necessary. ...but by wearing our lumpality with distinction, we all become ambassadors of Lumptonia as we are carried through the world.
> The Overthrow? I see now it was simply a blankie. It's so good to belong, ain't it?
>Take comfort (and a comforter) Sister. There will be times when our toes slip out from under our covers. There will be times when someone JUST KEEPS TRYING TO CALL. We may even find ourselves horribly assaulted by cheerful conversation or the turning on of a bright light occasionally. Shudder the thought, but one of us may even run out of chocolate and Brie one day and find ourselves with no one around to go get us more.
In the end though (pausing to muster a serious look) I believe (dramatic pause) ...Lumpism shall prevail o'er all which troubles or threatens the Lumpistic Way.
Your Ambassador
B
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