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The return of non-fudgescent feedback

Updated on December 20, 2011

As the onscreeners googled their way across the illustrious beaches the gummy spumpers turned upon them with glints of non-fudgescent feedback in their popsicle eyes.

Undettered the pages of Larry umbled forward knowing the nappy change tables would soon be in their sights despite the lime flavoured mimties.

And sure enough getimagesize had fulfilled the promise to make that dreary shore a joyous and pumpty one.

Soon came the time for a horizon suctioned sun to drop vertically into what looked like a plasterboard sheet and our onscreen critters moved slowly forward with their pixel vacuum cleaners. The spumpers had long been over suctioned as the prenuptials had done more than anyone could have imagined to quell their overindulgence and nobbly knees.

These unexpected force five mumpies had carooned their little obfats into a niggly little corner full of dribbling rusk chewers.

Flinglingly rapturous and spreading every joy one could not see was still their goal as the laboobies shackeld and forlorn reverted to runching on mivlitical rye beans.

The onscreeners, undettered plus recommended motivators, googled ferociously at them. Showing canine aspects and raging faces and barking without abatement they drove their peppermint cars made in sugar-coated factories straight at the vomitly decorated houses of scroogescent misfits.

Eventually a fitter and turner arrived bloating a rubber carburettor beyond reasonable doubt in a court of lawlessness without judge, jury or floatie ring license. It all happened in the blink of an obtusely masqared eyelash.

Amping up the word consumption became the collective will of every onscreener as the googling moved into hypertext markup and php functions and cascading images of color alllocation for frosty retaining walls. As the Jolliness approached, the ABC factories could not keep up - wheel alignments were out; alphabetically friendly font-alignments were in.

Never before had the fleecing daily spoffers seen such percentages of off cut prices to compete with in sticky backed emails with no unsubscribe linkages or possiblity of eye-contact erasures from scowling visages.

Forced to buy more buttons from uptomical and screen swerving manufacturers became the order of the chaotic days as the pink clouds portended the onset of tropical storms and more uv-friendly bananas, tomatoes and lady in pink apples.

Further away the din of force fed marshmallow dolls could be heard over the choral singing of two hundred and five mipsqueaks.

The onscreeners soon made contact and a live hangout of Plus followers, hubbity hubbers, marshmallow dolls, mipsqueaks, spookbats and sundry other ritualizers began their never-ending all expenses unpaid parties.

Roof-lifting workers arrived to join the sumptious festivities and add their jangly jokes and indebtedness to those of the mini-mitted keyboard and qwerty lovers.

Hours later the sun rose again on a day promising more squishingly good stickers of gobbledy gook and felicitations of the season to online hubpage and other friends and acquaintances.


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      Author 5 years ago

      do your self a favour Nicomp- buy yourself a pixel vacuum cleaner for all the spam!

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      nicomp really 5 years ago from Ohio, USA

      I recognize this now. It's the text at the bottom of all the spam in my inbox.

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      nicomp really 5 years ago from Ohio, USA

      Since you wrote it, I agree with it. More, I cannot say.

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      Author 6 years ago

      Thank-you springboard and your response as I have come to expect full of great originality. All the best for Christmas.

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      Springboard 6 years ago from Wisconsin

      Can I just go with "what he said?" I don't know exactly what you said, still, in a bewildering haunting way I know EXACTLY what you said. The snow falls as I scratch my head of unwash for at least the past weeks on end, and I reach for a shovel. For what sense who knows. Wherein the problem lies is surely not what's on the ground to be shoveled...

      Interesting and entertaining as I always expect my time to be here. So thank you and have yourself a very Merry Christmas, by the way.

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      Author 6 years ago

      You got it, thanks drbj!

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      drbj and sherry 6 years ago from south Florida

      You're giving Lewis Carroll a run for the money with this one, pd. The best he could do was: 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.' I like your gobbledygook much better.