i hate the intranet. It is the worst. this pagesite URL web page link will show you that the inreatenrnet is the beer-stained bastard child of the devil and louie anderson. now you might be asking as you sit at your Dell 486 watching that American idol and eating taco Bell and listening to john mayer, "but the rev. 88 fingars, why are u using teh intrenit to combat the evils of tha internet?" you stupid heathen. first of all the gubmint took away the radio waves from us back in nineteen-twenty-jesus so there goes that, madonna and louie anderson control the television, and ham radio is for fat old fat men. i once heard this guyy on ham radio being like, "CQ CQ, i have a major boner for brian boitano, CQ VQ break 10 MHz on upperside band, this is W8VT" and so forth. i hate angelfire. angelfire can suck my juicy balls. by the way i am over 18. so you can't shut me down. angelfire shut me down twice because i didn't make a highly gaudy page regarding my pink bunny collection and how k00l my friend pIxYsTaRGliTter3000393ChiCa is and my family trip to las vegas where i was raped by fat beer-stained rednecks driving shitty american cars from the '80s who listen to that travis brooks tritt whatever his name is. i hate country music from the last 2 decades. this is the god's truth. angelfire can suck a donkey's ass like wesley willis wanted. all those template pages from geocities and angelfire and yoohoo.com look like madonna anderson took a shit on a painting of chernobyl done by a second grader. anyway as i was saying. this webPage line intersite is your one-stop inter nat hating device, unless you count somethingawful, they hate it too. st00pid now watch as the innernet falls to its knees at my command, hobos of the world unite against the INTERNUT
i would have done this email bit sooner but angelfire insisted on sucking the bloated wiener of the establishment and swallowing the tangy spooge of joe lieberman and tearing my other site down. C2 advice page email fun
i hate html. hTml is for wienies. fat stupid wienies who wank it to Playstation 4 videogame digital womans. you know the type. oh man. i had to learn html to make this site run, which is unfortunate at best. but at least this is a good service. okay enough public service announcements. i wrote about this on the erstwhile website which angeltire shut down which surprises me given the fact that they were so busy massaging the prostate of rush limbaugh at the time. so i go to this concert for my computer music class. bill matthews is a tool. he smoked so much mother nature the EPA is trying to sue him for illegal deforestation. he dances to radio static. he thinks a table saw is music. he's like DUNKADUNKADUNKADUNKADUNKA jesus christ almighty. i dont' know why liberal arts college kids insist on making dance music if you give them a computer and a cheap synthesizer. it sounded like joe lieberman took a dump on a milli vanilli 45 and lit it on fire with a Zippo lighter fueled with the blood of the unwashed infidels/unwashed/infidels. just so you know i'm not a religious fucking nutcase. i hate christianity more than i hate american idol. i hate windows. however i do like other things.
i wish jimmy would do the noise on a regular basis, oh well, beggars can't be fuckheads the old prank IMs hosted on angelfire's retarded servers
does anyone here know jello biafra
noah looks like the flappy chimney. you know those chimneys that swivel with the wind. noah looks like one of those. the flappy chimney. noah's listening to that joni joany simon mcguire young neil mitchell and nash. he's like "whooooooooaaaaaa you don't knooooooooowwwwww the shape my penis is in" man oh man then he sings crazy kids. MAULY. every service at bates college is the worst. you go to get your computer serviced because it runs windows and windows sucks my spicy balls and it has a virus and the Help Desk is like "sorry we don't work with viruses anymore" and they're fucking idiots. they couldn't program a VCR if their life depended on it. mama's got a hammond b-3 noah noah noah nooooaah noah noah the new pranks area
The Lost Era of Chatrooms
i remember the halcyon days when the internet was a glorious and promising invention. the main thing that was so glorious about it was...chatrooms. seriously. back in the mid '90s, one could log onto the HTML-based Boston.com chat and talk to people from in and around boston!!!!! real actual people around your age depending on which room you entered. granted, given the HTML nature of the boston.com chat, you had to click "refresh" if you wanted to see what other people were saying, this was big big stuff. there were no bots. no AmberRun696969 asking you if you wanted to see her free
online nude XXX free 100% real pics which were in her profile if you would just IM her, sweetie!! no pasty white misogynistic 14 year olds asking if NE GIRLZ WANT TO SEE MY 12 INCH COCK. no pasty white homophobic 14 year olds saying that YALL R GAY THIS ROOM SUX. no, my friend. the chatrooms of yesteryear were golden bastions of camaraderie and youthful optimism, places where hip young boys and girls and creepy men could come together and discuss the pressing issues of the day, such as The Smashing Pumpkins' new album and whether the SyQuest drive could get any more awesome. i met a girl on boston.com once, her name was megan. i was 13 years old. we talked for three hours one fine saturday afternoon and never once were the words "dick," "pussy," or "fellatio" mentioned. i went home that evening and wrote about it in my fucking journal. nowadays you go into the AOL chatrooms and you see 13 year olds asking if any girls 20 or older want to drive to Bayonne, NJ, to meet them and then engage in an all-night binge of sloppy adolescent sex and dropping of very special acid like my old man used to do when Cream would come out with a new LP. sex was highly taboo even online back in those days. why, people were comfortable expressing the fact that people looking for online sex are pathetic loser asswipes and how could anyone get aroused by watching ASCII text typed by a nameless and probably 40 year old man appear in a popup window. nowadays the morons have overrun us...that old wholesome exchange of ideas via the gloriously promising medium of the interweb went down the fucking proverbial toilet. and i maintain that the beginning of the end was the birth of the Yahoo! Java-applet chat. here was instant gratification...no clicking "refresh," no regionality. hell, you could find people from outer Uzbekistan claiming to be hott and horney and ready 2 go. it was on those dastardly pages that i met my first serious online girlfriend at the age of 14. or so. it's a blur. her name was katy. her yahoo ID was katybug_3. she and i communicated for months upon months, and for all intents and purposes we were not a romantic couple. nary a sexy word was exchanged between us except the casual "i love you" like so many retarded teenagers say nowadays. of course, i was under the 14-year-old impression that i was, indeed, in love, and that someday i would drive to illinois to meet my fair lady. my esrtwhile employer and town windbag, The Old Lady, found out. she got all hot and bothered over the fact that i was talkin' to the naked ladies on the website internet. so of course, The Old Lady told my mom. my parents thought i was insane and i should cease conversation right away. i was extremely defiant and thought there was absolutely nothing wrong with what i was doing. little did i know how prophetic they would be, because it was right about that time in the later mid '90s that the realm of personal communication on the internet went to beelzebub. it was also right around the time that katy sent her picture to me. MOOOO. oh the vintage internet, how i miss you so.
you know, i often wonder why so many rich bastard kids are also stupid clueless pinko commie pinkos. don't even get me started. morons. i think barry rosenthal needs to smoke some more BR pinners. haha, ahaha. i love it when haboob does the dino's sports bar bit. he's like "SO COME ON DOWWNNNNA DEENO'S SCHHHPOAATTSSSCHHHHHHH BAAAHH." haBOOB. where's haaaaaaboob. noah is such a tool. lewiston maine is one sad redneck town. so me noah molly and noah's drunk friend from WPI go out at 2:30 am to denny's. after getting lost trying to find it, we pull in and the lot is packed. every fucking resident of lewiston must have been there. every fucking NASCAR-shirt-and-United-We-Stand-hat-wearing, shotgun-toting, no-literacy-having redneck was crammed into this dump. there was a line out the door. there is nothing else to do here. not even watching TV in their living rooms is country enough for these dirty bumpkins. seriously, they all leave their house at 2 in the morning to go to the local Denny's and watch wrestling or tractor-pulling on the TV at the DENNY'S. denny's for chrissake. we immediately were horrified and disturbed by this situation and left quicker than we came. and went to wal-mart. luckily there was no such sight at wal-mart, with the only real social scene being the 90-year-old guy working the door and the 400-pound guy pushing the propane-powered floor polisher. i don't hold it against wal-mart if they hire fat people, because fat people need to work too, and we must think about the children The Worst Away Message Roundup!
noah was having this ultra-sexy and hot and deep and sensual five-minute conversation with some girl at a party when his lush friend from WPI called him. he's been very secretive about who this harpy was. now we've found out. it's cassie. noah loves cassie up the ass. it is very deep. be careful because noah's loving of cassie might make your hair fall out. he's going to make sexuals with cassie so hardcore that the FAA needs to get notified every time it happens. noah's like "oooooh oooooh oooooooh oooooh" and cassie's like "heeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyy gguyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyss"
the only television show worth watching is law and order, and the simpsons. i forgot. organ. oh man, haboob is gettin antsy. he's gonna be goin to harvard and reconnoitering with budris, and we all know how that will turn out. god dammit i hate stupid people. haboob is not stupid. believe me he could best you at anything like chess. i hate chess. i hate popup windows. this is further proof that the internet is now the worst thing ever. that's up there with the old Lady. oh man. she's like "the seafood gumbo has orca in it" and we're like "isn't that endangered killer whale" and she's like "no, ORCA." and we're like "yeah that's definitely a whale" and she reaches up to the cupboard and pulls it down and it's okra. OKRA for chrissake. the worst. and she's like stirring the chowder with her arm. she's like "give prissy some stale bread and that open can of ginger ale that's been sitting by the stove serving as a grease container for the past five years" then she's like "go to the dump and give natalie a diet coke and a handful of nickels so it looks like a lot of money" because The Old Lady is the worst. it's like how caltrix cop used to call me iBook. oh C1. what ever will we do with you. furthermore there are an overrunning of stupid people around here. please submit your worst away messages by emailing me (below, i don't feel like writing the HTML tag for a mailto link because i'm a lazy bastard cookie monster even though taking the time to write this probably took longer than writing said tag) yes indeedy. find the worst away messages you can find by looking over your moron buddies on your retarded AIM buddy list. it will be easy.
there is this kid. he is known as Captain Amazing. i'm fairly sure his name is michael. he takes the cake for extreme and flamboyant retardedism. plus he's a bigger tool than noah and bill matthews combined. he's in our astronomy class, and whenever gene says something other than "hi everyone, let's get started" this fucking moron kid is like "OH MY GOD!" or "NO!" or "WOW!" or "UH OH!" or other really uncommonly stupid and retarded and stupid things that you wouldn't expect a fully-functioning human being to say under normal circumstances such as A GODDAMN ASTRONOMY CLASS. i hate him. plus he's a freshman. and he's the worst. i wish i knew his screenname 'cuz he'd get it. he'd get it so hard up the spicy butthole. speaking of spicy buttholes, bill matthews is a colossal tool. he's a home depot. so i'm in the library and andrew stoner is there. he is a stoner. he's like "every time you masturbate god kills a kitten" and shaggy matt is like "every time i kill a kitten god masturbates." it was golden. oh shaggy matt. that reminds me, i should put up those phone calls. they're good. hmmmm
i'd just like to give a little update. C2's advice extravaganza is doing SO WELL!! oh my god. have you seen how many emails she's answered since the grand inception of her brilliant service? i think Clear Channel may want to give her a call or an email, because MOVE OVER DR. JOY BROWN. oh man. but you know, the truly sad thing is that all my attempts to wring advice out of her like a soggy and mildew-covered dishrag for my own purposes were in vain, as i suppose the wanton and carefree nature of a highly unstable and emotionally disturbed teenage girl doesn't lend itself to dealing with fat drunk morons. que sera sera!
NOAH LOOKS LIKE THE FLAPPY CHIMNEY
i neglected to mention this on daniella's away message page. she graduated in 2003. as i write this, it is winter of 2004. however, she has ELECTED to stay in the jerkwater town of lewiston, and go to work for bates college. somebody please help me understand this. you graduate from a highfalutin liberal arts joint and have the ability to do anything and go anywhere you want. you're a college grad, the world is your fucking oyster. however, you choose to stay in the saddest town in the country and work for your old school AND CONTINUE TO HANG AROUND THE CAMPUS WITH YOUR JESUS FREAK BOYFRIEND my god. i hate daniella. haboob can attest to this. he can't stand her either. for good reason. she is terrible. oh man. GOD DAMMIT
the scariest prank IM since noah sang "stand by your man"
dont forget this other new one
I now have made a directory of the various pages on the site. Please see the top of the page!!!! god dammit the top of the page.
this is how much people are stupid. stupid beyond repair. so i'm in this computer music class taught by this man. in this class is a girl. we'll call her belt sander. belt sander fancies herself a singer. one of those power-righteous girl pop singers. not high energy pop. like ani difranco but even worse. like she's singin the i'm-a-rich-college-kid-but-i'm-oppressed-by-the-establishment-and-i-broke-up-with-my-beautiful-boyfried-of-two-months-and-the world-is-cruel-and-my-lexus-suv-only-gets-14-miles-to-the-gallon blues. it's terrible. this is the clincher though. we have these usually less-than-stellar acts here at bates, part of the "village club series." so belt sander gets asked to open for the main act. keep in mind: this is a school of 1700 kids. it's east buttfuck maine. we do not get the Rolling Stones or Ray Charles up here. usually through the evening, about 100 people come and go at these things. so belt sander gets asked to open with 7 songs; about a half hour of cheap whiny-girl music penned on a Takamine guitar to play in front of 12 people eating dining hall cookies. HOWEVER, in class today she wouldn't say a word. she was trying to preserve her voice for this bohunk gig. now mind you, i've played these things. they're not bad. but this is not radio city music hall, belt sander. you are not placido domingo. you are not robert plant. you're playing seven songs about your fucking cat dying in front of drunk college students who think john mayer and three doors down is good music. please spare us the holier-than-thou theatrics to make yourself look like you're a fucking star. god dammit. GOD DAMMIT
okay so basically everyone except for sal AZZ is a tool. sal azz is my boy. and so is jimmy boit. i forgot him, he's definitely not a tool. oh and here's something else. why come how is it that no one can spell "definitely" anymore. i mean, adults with an education can't seem to spell it. i've seen "definately," "definitly," "defanatly," "defanitely," "defoonutly," "defanootloo," and "louie anderson." i mean god dammit. people are so stupid. stupid so much that it makes noah look like not a retartartar. he's a little moutarded. oh al oaf. what are we going to do with you. here's something else. you go to look up something wholesome, such as "1983 Volvo 240 distributor cap," and you get hits on Google with eight quadrillion keywords just typed into the header and body of the page. so you get a page that looks like this:
volvo volvo wagon wagon volvo 240 240DL engine car sweden chassis radio entertainment saab rudolph diesel real estate fun family ikea furniture sofas personal care CNN walter cronkite home depot repairs volvo sailboat window windows 3.1 microsoft 1983 microsystems micro system microscope scope listerine oral care oralsex fellatio hot pussy free XXX vagina pussey nudepics nude pussy galore pics porn pussie vegina sex hott hotsex dick beastiality porno porn black asian mexican latina latino gay hot lesbo lolita adolescent lisa simpson hardcore hard core harddick afro licks lick tongue tungue cunnilingus buttsex butt sex sexy butts anal buttcock dirty sanchez yummy eating pussy hairy fat overweight hot bald 10inch cock voyeur preteen tasty britney spears brittney brittany britany britnee britanie speers spearse cumshot j.lo bigass tankbutt poop scat shit fetish golden shower volvo door handle
and this is why i hate your internet. that's your business update, i'm mark robinson along with dave read and matt pitta, matt pittough back and better than ever! well not really. maybe i would have kept playing along if he were singing james taylor's "i'm your candy man."
BIG BIG BIG NEWS!!!!! THE BOSTON.COM CHATS STILL EXIST!!!! STILL THE SAME OLD HTML FORMAT, STILL THE SAME OLD REFRESH BUTTON, STILL THE SAME NERDY TEENS AND BOURGEOIS HOMEOWNERS YOU KNOW AND LOVE!!!! OH IT'S GLORIOUS. Oh and another thing. The Yahoo! Chats are definitely still around. with lots of the same old "what does it all mean" powerteens and sullen punks that lit up our saturday afternoons back when the Mac IIvx was the must-have rig. Ah, the olden days. noah is a tool
i should amend that last statement. i may have been a little too hyped up. the boston.com chats aren't what they used to be. insomuch as there's like one guy on them at all times. and its the dad of the kid who, seven years ago, was like "OOOO THE INTERNET WORLDWIDEWEB IS PRETTY!! I'M GOING TO START COLLECTING URL WEBSITE ADDRESS LINKS AND VISIT THEM ALL THE TIME" and then the guy was like "this is highly mystical" and the kid was like "lol" and everyone is like "what" and he's like "rofl" and an era was born. noah just recited the first 20 numbers of pi. he is the worst. i once took a dump in the weeds and then the dog owned by the local librarian came around and ate it. that was no good.
so AT&T must eat it. they owe me some cash. yes indeed. don't ever call anyone using 1800 CALL ATT and use your credit card as a calling card. seriously, you get charged $4 for the first goddamn minute. that's like back when there was no gas at the filling stations and people charged like $100 for a gallon of gas. it's the worst.
i now present to you a bad AOL profile. this floozy ditz thinks she's the ill na na. see:
"rand 306 next year.
PR internship in Chicago for the summer. Woo-hoo!
"I think, therefore I am" ~Descartes.
"I am, therefore I act" ~Heidegger.
Mitchman934: you are a goddess among mortals"
wow. isn't she so much cooler and sophisticated than you? than me? it's a tough call, but i think so. aw MAN! i mean, an internship in chicago, PLUS quotes from BOTH descartes AND heidegger! AND one of her internet buddies thinks she's a goddess among mortals. plus she's living in the seventh circle of hell known as Rand Hall next year. that's an A+ package right there. i'd tap that.
it's been said before. but i'll say it again. shannon is the worst. she is a tool. however, she is not your average tool. she's beyond noah and bill matthews, even captain Amazing. she is on a whole new level. but anyone who is anyone already knows that. especially marco. he's my boy. he is the new scholar of enlightenment. not really. but tom vogl already endorses him. tom vogl says, "that mahco weminds me of when me and my doctuh fwends would go on GWAND WOUNDS plus shannon is a tool." eat it shannon. eat it so very very hard. tenacious D rocks so hard. JB and KG sis boom ba
okay. i hate the internat, as we all know. however. there is something on the internet that is far worse than the rest of the internot put together. worse than AIM. worse than the dancing gerbils (a dark, dark era that was). worse than noah mastrobating to anime porno. it is known as the blog. blogs are done by insecure, lame, extravagantly unsuccessful-with-the-sex people who think that the internet and its fat smelly Final Fantasy-playing glorbs care about their pathetic lives involving teenage crushes and errant philosophizing about the meaning of john mayer lyrics and keg parties. i fucking hate blogs. i hate bloggers even more. daniella's boyfriend is a blogger. it is terrible. i hesitate to even link to this uncanny pile of torturous claptrap and unbearable strings of word after corny word. but what the hell. it's the internet. no sense in preventing the inevitable. repent for your sins now, because there may be no coming back from this one. by the way, "BCF" stands for bates christian fellowship. or as we like to call it back in the old country, brotherhood of christian fuckheads. i hate christianity. jesus himself i'm sure wasn't a bad guy. but boy did he start some shit.
And Now! The TeRrIbLe BlOg ReGiStEr!!!!
people are incredible morons. i hope to god that everyone who has a blog will get shot from a howitzer to the sun and melt. perhaps i can convince the government to do that. i need to get back on track with the awayers. you might say that this website is like a blog. however, it is not. for one, blogs are done by hapless morons who are severely not cool. i am cool. coolness is a state of mind. i think greeley is cool. where is that greeley. okay.
this needs to end now. shannon is the worst. please visit the terrible blog register and find out why. or read this piece, which is her online bio:
I have changed. Regardless of what you all might have thought, I am a different girl.
I learned the difference between a crush and genuine feelings. I stepped out of my Catholic Schoolgirl box. I tried new things, not all of them good. And other things, like a wardrobe update, and addition of cosmetics, have changed me on the ouside, and also affected my self-image.
So to type a mini-biography here is almost useless. Because that girl no longer exists. I am starting off on a newer, better part of my life, and newer, better Shannon. When I get to know her a little more I'll update this.
(That WAS beyond cheesy, but I know that happens sometimes. So it goes.)
jesus mary and joseph.
ok so noah is all spicy because i haven't updated in a while. well he can suck my donkey's ass. shut up noah. you are the fugwazzi. that's italian for noah is a tool. it is not spelled fuguazzi. noah thinngnks he is the ill3st sh1t this side of the m1ss1ss1pp1. noah needs an enema. he needs a little prostate action. al litte fun on the side. you know what i mean. allioafswatkins + sal azz = shannon is a tool on the magnitude order of one million. i'm working on putting up a highly incendiary piece, courtesy of shannon's erstwhile blog. yes, that's right, apparently shannon realized her own toolitude and didn't want everyone in the world to discover it. i think she's got it out for marco. it's too bad. he had so much hope, now he's going to fall into the vast maw of corbunculous shannon liking dungeon. shannon sets her greasy sights on the man of the week and hold onto your hat. holy jesus. i would write more, but bill matthews insisted on being the humanization of retartartarded. i remember the days when graham would say "you're unfunny" and i'd say "you don't know beans" and he'd say "let's have a de-bate." those were the glory days. okay...this definitely needs to be put on here. and it's going in the terrible blog register, which i haven't forgotten about. nor have i forgotten about the awayers. they all still suck out there. but what i mean to say is:
This may be the most unfortunately hilarious piece of internet literature i have seen yet. this is a site about shwilly gayson. he is ultra the worst. please get a load of some of the fan responses on this unmitigated chernobyl of a website. good lord. see, this website is funny because i know willy mason. i used to play music with him. in slow leslie. back in the old days. i was the keyboardist in shwilly gayson's self-promoting production of weed smoking and dumping chinese food all over the katharine cornell theatre and making the entire town hall smell like marijuana. jesus.
that had to go on a separate paragraph. i uncommonly recommend that site. for laughs and hernias. noah is the fugwazzi
haboob hates stupid people. this is a valid point indeed. we've got some stupidity in the homeland...martha's vineyard has plenty of it to go around. so julie boit asks haboob if jb and the sd's can back her up for the mvrhs evening of the arts. she wants us to come down and play AAAAA song for her. everyone but haboob as of this writing is in college. and the song is like some david gray, like lonestar bullshit. it has piano and string pads. she's like "i need a guitar and piano and drums and bass and strings." let me say again the song she wanted us to play has JUST piano and strings. her old lady was going to give us $300 for it. yet this was for a show on wednesday night in which we would play AAAAA song. by alanis madonna. i think julie boit has some problems. serious. noah = fugwazzi
noah is a butt pirate. i'm updating the site in spite of him. ok for him. he sucks. i'm going to write in jon bush for president. ok so noah. ok not really. noah reminds me of this guy. he lives on the street named after jesus. i hate daniella too. so we're going to make the dino's sports bar movie, starring haboob as dino. it will be done, amen. so be it. i hope haboob can come through. okay so here's what you have to do. send an IM to bdopbdop. that's a screenname. i know, its exceedingly retarded. send an IM to bdopbdop saying how much she sucks. she is terrible like daniella but more like easy breezy. i hate stupid people. so in music class it sucks. in short term music fuckpenis doucheclown survey. it sucks so very very bad. we had a 10 minute break in the middle of class, and two people left for good. it was a bad can of beans. eat it george foreman, goerge costanza. jorge gershwin is the name of the game. noah is GONE. i can't believe it. i walk into the room and BAM. it's like a ghost was here. oh noah. equals the fugwazzi. okay that's enough of that. jesus mary and joseph. haboob is going to be like "i'm eating nuts" but he means cashews, not the man part. that is a mandolin.
"update your fucking site" -noah miller who sucks
so haboob sings "colorwheel" often and with aplomb. a plumb bob. applebe's. did i ever tell you about the time haboob bought java smoothies at Cronig's and was dancing around the parking lot with them because he was so happy, and then right at the car he totally beefed it on some sand. it was perfect. jeffrey likes it in his tasso ham. i think noah likes it there as well. apparently dino from dino's scccchhhhppoooaaaaaaaattssccccchhhhhhhs baaaah ran for public office somewhere on cape cod. probably in mashpee because that's where dino's is and dino is too low-brow to have his own house so he lives in the vacuum closet of dino's ssccchchhhhhhchhpoooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatttttccchhhsssccsss baaaaaah. i don't remember what office dino ran for, but he lost miserably. apparently his campaign slogan "let's make mashpee the second best town on cape cod" didn't go over too well. it went over like noah doing a dumpy on a couch. i maintain that we should have a religion that worships haboob and one of the tenets is the doing of the traditional dumpy. to do the traditional dumpy you have to go to the traditional dumpy house. this is located near the old lady's shop up on the cliffs. you go into the traditional dumpy house and say the traditional benediction (hereinafter referred to as the dumpydiction) which is "heeeeeebebebebebe, heeeeeeeeeeebebebebebe" and then you do the traditional dumpy. the end. except sometimes the dumpydiction sounds like "huuuubububububub, or perhaps "bblblblbllblbbbbllblbllblbbllblllbbbblbl." your choice.
