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Posted by noa on November 2, 2000, at 18:37:12
In reply to Re: Significant Lumps!, posted by coral on November 2, 2000, at 17:23:13
Anguished English is a hoot, it's true.
Apropos of humor as a good coping strategy--Steve Allen, who passed away this week, addressed that in his autobiography. His childhood was fairly difficult, but he used his gift of humor to cope and move past it.
Posted by B Day on November 2, 2000, at 18:42:43
In reply to Re: Significant Lumps!, posted by coral on November 2, 2000, at 17:23:13
> Oh!!! My husband is now taking claim for a new diagnosis - Lumpism!!!
Well, and deservedly so I would say. It's a very impressive piece of coinage. Hmmm, I suppose that would make us all "Lumpites"! Or would it be "Lumpians" or "Lumptonians"? Ask your husband what the proper designation for us should be.
I must say about the only upside to bein' a Lumpite I've seen so far is that it is extremely energy-efficient. You couldn't power a hearing-aid off the juice I've produced this week. It seems the most remarkable of all the lumpistic byproducts.
Folks like us should probably have our own web site like www.lumpites.org, but of course being lumpastic as we are, none of us would ever get around to visiting it.
Keep smilin',
B the Lumpite
Posted by coral on November 2, 2000, at 19:12:35
In reply to Re: Significant Lumps! » coral, posted by B Day on November 2, 2000, at 18:42:43
My husband says Lumptonians as it has a much more regal sound to it!!!!
We should start designing our flag . . .
And, our own anthem . . .
Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light,
what so proudly we wail as we haven't slept all night,uhhh, I KNOW there's more to that song....
:)
Coral
Posted by B Day on November 2, 2000, at 19:40:44
In reply to Re: Significant Lumps!, posted by coral on November 2, 2000, at 19:12:35
...the Lord said, "let there be Lumptonians and let us make them in our own image, both male and female." And it was so!
And the Lord looked upon them and said, "Holy crap!! Sorry guys, my AD musta' kicked me into another manic episode." And the Lord and all the Lumptonians started getting depressed.
On the seventh day, the Lord and all the Lumptonians, crawled on couches, pulled covers over their heads and napped all day; refusing to answer phone calls from friends and families.
(excerpt from the Book of Lumps, Chapter One, Verses five, six and seven)
From the Lumptonian formerly known as B the Lumpite
Posted by B Day on November 2, 2000, at 23:36:56
In reply to Re: Significant Lumps!, posted by coral on November 2, 2000, at 19:12:35
> And, our own anthem...
>
> Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light,
> what so proudly we wail as we haven't slept all night,
>
> uhhh, I KNOW there's more to that song....
> Coral"Whose slack jaws and blank stares, induced serious fright,
O'er the noise of our thoughts which were silently screaming?
And the eyeballs' red glare, the rat's nest of hair,
Gave proof through the night that our baggage was still there:
Oh, say! does that scar-mangled banter yet rave
O'er the land of the EDs and the home of the lumpatonic?"Well, it ain't perfect, but it's a start.
B
Posted by coral on November 3, 2000, at 4:05:53
In reply to Re: Lumpology 101: And on the sixth day..., posted by B Day on November 2, 2000, at 19:40:44
> ...the Lord said, "let there be Lumptonians and let us make them in our own image, both male and female." And it was so!
>
> And the Lord looked upon them and said, "Holy crap!! Sorry guys, my AD musta' kicked me into another manic episode." And the Lord and all the Lumptonians started getting depressed.
>
> On the seventh day, the Lord and all the Lumptonians, crawled on couches, pulled covers over their heads and napped all day; refusing to answer phone calls from friends and families.
>
> (excerpt from the Book of Lumps, Chapter One, Verses five, six and seven)
>
> From the Lumptonian formerly known as B the Lumpite
Posted by Christina on November 3, 2000, at 7:45:57
In reply to Re: Significant Lumps! » coral, posted by B Day on November 2, 2000, at 23:36:56
> > And, our own anthem...
> >
> > Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light,
> > what so proudly we wail as we haven't slept all night,
> >
> > uhhh, I KNOW there's more to that song....
> > Coral
>
> "Whose slack jaws and blank stares, induced serious fright,
> O'er the noise of our thoughts which were silently screaming?
> And the eyeballs' red glare, the rat's nest of hair,
> Gave proof through the night that our baggage was still there:
> Oh, say! does that scar-mangled banter yet rave
> O'er the land of the EDs and the home of the lumpatonic?"
>
> Well, it ain't perfect, but it's a start.
>
> B
Posted by noa on November 3, 2000, at 9:20:21
In reply to Re: Significant Lumps! » coral, posted by B Day on November 2, 2000, at 23:36:56
> > And, our own anthem...
> >
> > Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light,
> > what so proudly we wail as we haven't slept all night,
> >
> > uhhh, I KNOW there's more to that song....
> > Coral
>
> "Whose slack jaws and blank stares, induced serious fright,
> O'er the noise of our thoughts which were silently screaming?
> And the eyeballs' red glare, the rat's nest of hair,
> Gave proof through the night that our baggage was still there:
> Oh, say! does that scar-mangled banter yet rave
> O'er the land of the EDs and the home of the lumpatonic?"
>
> Well, it ain't perfect, but it's a start.
>
> B
Posted by Racer on November 3, 2000, at 12:33:49
In reply to Re: Significant Lumps! » coral, posted by B Day on November 2, 2000, at 23:36:56
Are you the Messiah for our new religion? I would volunteer, but not if it means getting off the sofa. My voices told me to save France, but I couldn't be bothered. I feel guilty about it...
Sorry, a little too ditzy today, peroxide poisoning, even though I'm trying to get back to red from my days as a blonde...
My SO calls it "pupating", since I roll up in a quilt with only my nose and a little of my eyes showing! My ex called me SlugWoman, because I'd move about that fast. I like being able to tell them that I'm suffering Lumpism! Thanks!
On the other hand, I kinda like the idea of Pupating. These days things are better for me, in part because I can eat REAL FOOD! (I was so poor before moving in with my SO that I lived on Malt-O-Meal and peanut butter and Nutella sandwiches) Now I tell him that I'm pupating, and when he sees me next I'll be a beautiful butterfly!
How's that? Let's switch from Lumping to Pupating, since when we emerge from our crysalis' we'll be lovely butterflies?
Posted by B Day on November 3, 2000, at 14:56:37
In reply to Re: Significant Lumps! » B Day, posted by Racer on November 3, 2000, at 12:33:49
> Are you the Messiah for our new religion? I would volunteer, but not if it means getting off the sofa.
Nah-h, that job's up for grabs and I ain't the messianic type so you can be the one if you want. That person would have to be the embodiment of all that is Lumptonian (and so naturally would never have to get off the sofa). That person would have to shoulder the responsibility of not being (responsible). I imagine it would be a pretty good gig and just imagine the wealth of prestige and power it would bring one! We certainly could use a messiah to look up to, from wherever we're laying.
Anyway, there's a lot of other stuff that needs to be done if we're going to be a self-determined people. Coral says we need a flag and I suppose we oughta' have some sort of bill of rights and a constitutional draft if anybody(s) feels up to it. Frankly, I'm amazed we got as far as we did on our anthem (The Scar-Mangled Banter).
> My voices told me to save France, but I couldn't be bothered. I feel guilty about it...
>Oh, don't beat yourself up too bad. After all, it was only the French.
> Sorry, a little too ditzy today, peroxide poisoning, even though I'm trying to get back to red from my days as a blonde...
>If you got red hair, flaunt it. I don't know much about emotional disorders, but I know about red hair on women.
> My SO calls it "pupating", since I roll up in a quilt with only my nose and a little of my eyes showing! My ex called me SlugWoman, because I'd move about that fast. I like being able to tell them that I'm suffering Lumpism! Thanks!
>
> On the other hand, I kinda like the idea of Pupating. These days things are better for me, in part because I can eat REAL FOOD! (I was so poor before moving in with my SO that I lived on Malt-O-Meal and peanut butter and Nutella sandwiches) Now I tell him that I'm pupating, and when he sees me next I'll be a beautiful butterfly!
>Ahh-h! It seems that you've discovered another wonderful branch on the lumpatonic tree...one with little pupating Lumatonians hangin' on it.
> How's that? Let's switch from Lumping to Pupating, since when we emerge from our crysalis' we'll be lovely butterflies?
I like the idea of pupating also. I'm gonna' try to keep that thought, except I got a feelin when my AD kicks in a couple of weeks from now, I'm going to emerge from my crysalis, leave our beloved motherland Lumptonia and fly north to neighboring Hypomania. Unfortunately, if that happens, I ain't gonna be no butterfly.
B the Pupating Lumptonian
Posted by coral on November 3, 2000, at 15:37:12
In reply to Re: Significant Lumps!, posted by B Day on November 3, 2000, at 14:56:37
Dear B,
Since you know the terrain of both Lumptonia and Hypomania, I nominate you as our ambassador. Just think, you only have to work half the time. LOL
The Lumptonia tree has a few branches; pupating, metamorphosizing, hibernating, statis, budding. Certainly there must be more.
My nomination for our national food is chocolate.
What are nominations for our national animal? Oppossum? Chamelion? Three-toed sloth? Zebra?
Posted by coral on November 3, 2000, at 15:48:44
In reply to Re: Significant Lumps! » B Day, posted by Racer on November 3, 2000, at 12:33:49
Dear Racer,
You've defined the one of the major characteristics of Lumptonians . . . "I roll up in a quilt with only my nose and a little of my eyes showing!" I do exactly the same thing!
You know, we could have the Lumptonian Olympics - events might include "Couching", "Coccooning". Of course, all entries would be submitted by videotape (we don't have to leave the couch to compete). Maybe Ambassador B could get some judges from Hypomania but getting them to sit still long enough to view the tapes might be a problem.
There's just so much to do . . . planning, organizing, contacting, mailing lists, prizes, uhh... maybe tomorrow.
Right now, I'm in training for Cuddling
Coral
Posted by B Day on November 3, 2000, at 16:19:59
In reply to Re: Ambassador B, posted by coral on November 3, 2000, at 15:37:12
> Dear B,
>
> Since you know the terrain of both Lumptonia and Hypomania, I nominate you as our ambassador. Just think, you only have to work half the time. LOL
>
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-hahhh! My dream job considering my only real duties in Hypomania will be to insure that the Bipolar gene pool flourishes.Well, I'm both honored and near speechless (which may be a first) and so on behalf of myself, I suppose I will accept the nomination, as long as it doesn't involve gettin' off the couch, takin' a shower, getting dressed or other similarly impossible feats.
(and I thought I'd never amount to anything)
Of course, I could never bear the burden of this office alone. I will need an Executive Assistant; one to whom the Lumptonian way is as second nature as say...nappin'.
Therefore, as my first official function as Ambassador of Lumptonia I would like to nominate you, Coral to be my Ambassadorial Assistant. I could sing the praises all day long how you and your husband found this land and first discovered Lumpism, but that is story for the ages. So if you are interested in the position and it's ok with your hubby (and won't interfere with your other duties, such as chocolate-eating), I hope you will accept.
> The Lumptonia tree has a few branches; pupating, metamorphosizing, hibernating, statis, budding. Certainly there must be more.
>The mysteries of it all. I've never been more proud. Indeed, ours is a society made of richly woven fabric. (I'm trying to think of stuff to say that sounds ambassadorial)
> My nomination for our national food is chocolate.
>I'd say that's pretty much a hands-down winner there. I second the nomination. Excellent work!
> What are nominations for our national animal? Oppossum? Chamelion? Three-toed sloth? Zebra?
...and our national bird? Albatross? Ostrich? Crow? Bat? We need some input and brainstormin' here. Maybe my Subsyndromal Epilepsy will fire up!?
Ambassador B the Pupating Lumptonian
Posted by coral on November 3, 2000, at 17:40:09
In reply to Re: Ambassador B » coral, posted by B Day on November 3, 2000, at 16:19:59
Dear Mr. B Ambassador,
YEs, I accept the position (that of course is the one on the couch.)
My husband says he decrees the national animal to be the turtle, since the turtle takes its couch anywhere on a moment's notice.
Coral
Posted by B Day on November 3, 2000, at 19:42:05
In reply to Re: The animal is . . . ., posted by coral on November 3, 2000, at 17:40:09
> Dear Mr. B Ambassador,
>
> YEs, I accept the position (that of course is the one on the couch.)
>Through these misty eyes, let me say you honor all Lumptonia with your choice! You are a symbol of our hopeful nation and an inspiration to pupating chocolate-eaters everywhere.
(drum roll)...and now (pregnant pause) I would like to graciously welcome you to the Office Of The Ambassador where I've no doubt but that you will prove to be a most cherished asset! (how's all that for flowery rhetoric?)
> My husband says he decrees the national animal to be the turtle, since the turtle takes its couch anywhere on a moment's notice.
A turtle! What an excellent choice. I'm tellin' ya, that man of yours just impresses me more all the time.
>
> CoralIt has been a memorable and glorious, but mostly a long day for the Ambassador. All this excitement has exhausted me and yet my work is not done. I still have to push the submit and confirm buttons on this post. If I had a long stick, I could have done it from bed.
Mr. B, Ambassador of Lumptonia
Posted by Racer on November 3, 2000, at 23:23:05
In reply to Re: The animal is . . . ., posted by B Day on November 3, 2000, at 19:42:05
And I'm not much on chocolate.
Hm, maybe I can get a green card to Lumpkinville? Lumptonia?
Well, at least I know how to wrap the crysalis! (My SO gets so hot at night that he sleeps with no covers. The quilts I make for the bed have no batting on his side. He comes in to the bedroom, finds me swaddled up with the quilt, and can't believe I'm not like a furnace. I think there's something about depression and the urge to bake or poach oneself.)
Well, for the official bird, how about penguins? They're slow, can't be bothered to fly, never seem to be in a hurry (unless you count fairy penguins, in Oz, where Linus Torvalds was attacked by one), and are always appropriately dressed?
Bats, by the way, are not birds. And they don't really turn into Hungarian men in long capes with red linings, either. I looked it up.
Posted by shar on November 4, 2000, at 0:11:20
In reply to Re: The animal is . . . ., posted by B Day on November 3, 2000, at 19:42:05
Honorable Ambassador and the other one (Couch Person Extraordinaire?) I humbly ask to be a citizen of Lumptonia. Upon my word, I promise to shower, change clothes, move, and expend energy as little as possible. I will wear my moccasins with the holes in them for another 5 years. I vow to support the Kingdom/Queendom throughout my metamorphesis, which shall, by rights, take place on my sofa with my remote and special blankie.
I also will not answer my phone or the door, and instead hope that people will think I am not home. I will only check my mail every other day. I will eat over the sink, except for chocolate which I will hide away in secret and safe places, and take out and enjoy as a forbidden pleasure. That may be our currency, eh?
I hope that I can live up to these standards. The Tortoise has always been my hero.
S
Posted by Emmanuela on November 4, 2000, at 1:51:13
In reply to LOL: Humbly asking admittance to the Kingdom, posted by shar on November 4, 2000, at 0:11:20
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. 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....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. And on second thought, anyone who can write the those lyrics to the anthem deserves to be Ambassador. 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. The Overthrow? I see now it was simply a blankie. It's so good to belong, ain't it?
Posted by coral on November 4, 2000, at 5:00:07
In reply to LOL: Humbly asking admittance to the Kingdom, posted by shar on November 4, 2000, at 0:11:20
Dear Mr. Ambassador,
::::drum roll:::: imaginery, of course (who'd have the energy to actually play the drums?
Shar has requested admittance and has brought with her our Pledge of Allegiance! (Something we now won't have to worry about doing!!!)
Pesky Racer has been showing signs of independent thought. But, she DID ignore the voices that told her to save France and did describe the first major identifier of a Lumptonian by so aptly describing the proper couch position. She does have some unusual theories, such as bats not becoming men in long capes with fangs. I mean . . . really! How DOES she explain the sleeping in perfectly designed containers during the sunlight hours???
Emmanuela is one we're going to have to watch, sleepy-eyed, very carefully. She MAY be a spy of the French. In a recently intercepted message, I detected actual french words, beyond the acceptable French Fry. I could tell you what the foreign words meant if I could remember my French classes or could be bothered to look them up in my foreign dictionary but . . . well.... the dictionary is all the way upstairs.
All this work has exhausted me. I will convey your positive words to "my man" when he comes into the room . . . undoubtedly, he'll make an appearance for some televised sporting event, roust me from the couch to find the remote control.
That's all the news I have from the horizontal viewpoint. Can't I appoint someone as Official News Correspondent?
Couch Person Extraordinaire
Posted by B Day on November 4, 2000, at 10:04:16
In reply to Sloths are cuter..., posted by Racer on November 3, 2000, at 23:23:05
> Re: Sloths are cuter...
Racer, you bring up an excellent point. (ambassadors always agree with everything people say and tell them it is excellent)
> And I'm not much on chocolate.
>...more food for thought. Ours is a land of diverse culture, opinion and preference. Perhaps we need a way to accommodate this variety. ...a way to steward the cherished values of all Lumtonians...a way to embrace cute stuff like sloths, penguins and butterflies. (notice how ambassadors always manage to weasel out of any sort of commitment or decision-making and throw it off on other people)
> Hm, maybe I can get a green card to Lumpkinville? Lumptonia?
>Dear Racer, you need no green card. The arms of all Lumptonia are open to you. You may travel as you wish and reside on the sofa of your choice.
> Well, at least I know how to wrap the crysalis! (My SO gets so hot at night that he sleeps with no covers. The quilts I make for the bed have no batting on his side. He comes in to the bedroom, finds me swaddled up with the quilt, and can't believe I'm not like a furnace. I think there's something about depression and the urge to bake or poach oneself.)
>Perhaps self-poaching is normal part of the pupating process; one assisting your metamorphasis. I've noticed most of the time, the covers also feel good. I find them easy to adjust for my comfort. It is one of rare luxuries of Lumpism.
> Well, for the official bird, how about penguins? They're slow, can't be bothered to fly, never seem to be in a hurry (unless you count fairy penguins, in Oz, where Linus Torvalds was attacked by one), and are always appropriately dressed?
>The penguin is an excellent choice particularly given the freedom and expressiveness of our society which is in so many ways similar to that of the Open Source community.
> Bats, by the way, are not birds.
Yes!! But do bats know that? I think not, nor would I want to tell them lest they fall to their deaths on the cave floor.
> And they don't really turn into Hungarian men in long capes with red linings, either. I looked it up.
Yes again!! However, I have on occasion turned into a bat! I do not wear a cape however, but rather a quilt. I have a real nice one for formal occasions with matching silk underwear and socks.
Racer, have you given more thought to accepting the Messiah position? The Ambassador thinks you would be excellent for the role (notice how everything's excellent)...as a pupating little butterfly your a beautiful symbol of our emerging nation.
From the couch of The Ambassador's Office,
Your humble servant, B
Posted by B Day on November 4, 2000, at 10:38:35
In reply to Re: Mr. Ambassador, posted by coral on November 4, 2000, at 5:00:07
> Honorable Ambassador and the other one (Couch Person Extraordinaire?) I humbly ask to be a citizen of Lumptonia. Upon my word, I promise to shower, change clothes, move, and expend energy as little as possible.
(gasp)
> I will wear my moccasins with the holes in them for another 5 years.
You got a pair of those too?!! Mine don't have the leather strings anymore either. They are just perfect for scootin' around.
> I vow to support the Kingdom/Queendom throughout my metamorphesis, which shall, by rights, take place on my sofa with my remote and special blankie.
>Listen well my fellow Lumptonians. These are the words of citizenship!
> I also will not answer my phone or the door, and instead hope that people will think I am not home. I will only check my mail every other day. I will eat over the sink, except for chocolate which I will hide away in secret and safe places, and take out and enjoy as a forbidden pleasure. That may be our currency, eh?
>I feel like singing! "Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light,
what so proudly we wail as we haven't slept all night;..."> I hope that I can live up to these standards. The Tortoise has always been my hero.
>
> SShar, your words have moved me to uncontrollable weeping. I've gone through a half a box of Puffs.
On behalf of all Lumptonian people everywhere, welcome to Lumptonia. Indeed...welcome home!
Ambassador B... C:\\ pupating, pupating, pupating...
Posted by Noa on November 4, 2000, at 10:42:03
In reply to Re: Sloths are cuter... » Racer, posted by B Day on November 4, 2000, at 10:04:16
Don't like chocolate? No bother. Potatoes are our second national food, best eaten on the couch, of course. Further alternatives? Anything instant or eaten straight out of the can. Or on paper plates, of course, because dish washing is severely restricted.
We don't need a pledge with a salute, just swear on your sacred pillow that you will bring honor to the legacy of the lump.
One test of loyalty and patriotism is the telephone ring endurance test: how many rings can you withstand without so much as a flinch of muscle, blink of eye, or peeking out from under your afghan cave?
Another good test? Are the shades up or down? Do you have the obligatory shrine in the bedroom? You know, the mound of dirty laundry?
Posted by coral on November 4, 2000, at 11:23:24
In reply to Re: Sloths are cuter... » Racer, posted by B Day on November 4, 2000, at 10:04:16
Of course! What an excellent suggestion that Racer be our Messiah!!!
She may also have hit upon our flag . . . the quilt-clad crysallis emerging into the beautiful butterfly!!!
Self-poaching is indeed part of the pupating process, for me, anyway. Wearing our national uniform of Lumptonia, sweats of course, I wrap up in a fake-fur throw, normally with a feline nuzzling close. Canines are equally welcome (as Shar said, petly support!!) And, the sacred pillow - all so necessary for proper pupating.
Potatoes, too, comprise the proper pupating diet, with chocolate as desired.
We shall find strength in our diversity!!!!
Couch Person Extraordinaire
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
Posted by Greg on November 4, 2000, at 14:21:54
In reply to Re:Humbly asking admittance to the Kingdom » Emmanuela, posted by B Day on November 4, 2000, at 13:56:22
To the Lumpites,
I just finished reading all the posts here and find myself with only one question...
To be considered a lump, must one be willing to take their lumps or merely admit to being one?
I think I'll return to my Haven and ponder this for awhile... :^)
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