it's completely one sided dude. I haven't interacted with enoch in months, then out of nowhere, blammo. so again, this leads me to believe this his been boiling up in him for a while now. I find myself agreeing with Lantern that we should get back to the topic at hand instead of derailing.

If there was some sort of rivalry going on. No one informed me.

If you had used Bobtern in your example, it might be more accurate.

Awesome! After killing an annoying fly, I can also point it at my boiled egg and BLAMMO!

IT'S DECORATIVE
GOURD SEASON, MOTHERFUCKERS.
BY COLIN NISSAN

- - - -

I don't know about you, but I can't wait to get my hands on some fucking gourds and arrange them in a horn-shaped basket on my dining room table. That shit is going to look so seasonal. I'm about to head up to the attic right now to find that wicker fucker, dust it off, and jam it with an insanely ornate assortment of shellacked vegetables. When my guests come over it's gonna be like, BLAMMO! Check out my shellacked decorative vegetables, assholes. Guess what season it is—fucking fall. There's a nip in the air and my house is full of mutant fucking squash.

I may even throw some multi-colored leaves into the mix, all haphazard like a crisp October breeze just blew through and fucked that shit up. Then I'm going to get to work on making a beautiful fucking gourd necklace for myself. People are going to be like, "Aren't those gourds straining your neck?" And I'm just going to thread another gourd onto my necklace without breaking their gaze and quietly reply, "It's fall, fuckfaces. You're either ready to reap this freaky-assed harvest or you're not."

Carving orange pumpkins sounds like a pretty fitting way to ring in the season. You know what else does? Performing an all-gourd reenactment of an episode of Diff'rent Strokes—specifically the one when Arnold and Dudley experience a disturbing brush with sexual molestation. Well, this shit just got real, didn't it? Felonies and gourds have one very important commonality: they're both extremely fucking real. Sorry if that's upsetting, but I'm not doing you any favors by shielding you from this anymore.

The next thing I'm going to do is carve one of the longer gourds into a perfect replica of the Mayflower as a shout-out to our Pilgrim forefathers. Then I'm going to do lines of blow off its hull with a hooker. Why? Because it's not summer, it's not winter, and it's not spring. Grab a calendar and pull your fucking heads out of your asses; it's fall, fuckers.

Have you ever been in an Italian deli with salamis hanging from their ceiling? Well then you're going to fucking love my house. Just look where you're walking or you'll get KO'd by the gauntlet of misshapen, zucchini-descendant bastards swinging from above. And when you do, you're going to hear a very loud, very stereotypical Italian laugh coming from me. Consider yourself warned.

For now, all I plan to do is to throw on a flannel shirt, some tattered overalls, and a floppy fucking hat and stand in the middle of a cornfield for a few days. The first crow that tries to land on me is going to get his avian ass bitch-slapped all the way back to summer.

Welcome to autumn, fuckheads!

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Blammo! Keep 'em coming, Barack!

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TV out back with the shotgun, blammo!
</choggie>

oh my god, i would not be able to live there. not just the noise, but imagine a sudden unexpected crosswind or some kind of unstable emergency landing and *BLAMMO* right into a building. eesh.

oh shyt BLAMMO destructo!

Ka-blammo!

You just won the lottery - that's Ka-blammo!
You kissed Shannon Dohortey - that's Ka-blammo!
You joined a sorority - that's Ka-blammo!
You lied about the lottery - not Ka-blammo!

You met Fred Segal at a debutante's ball,
you gave him your number- he gave you a call.
He told you to meet him on the corner at eight,
You met him at nine- that's right, you were late!
You stupid idiot, you don't know what you missed!
Fred Segal's a star and you cold dissed!
His pimpin' ass, coolin' ass, mack ass building,
with diggity ivy on the wall but not around the lettering,
you dissed fred segal, and everybody knows!
ha ha ha ha ha - you're not Ka-blammo!

The doc disses your arties- that's Ka-blammo!
Your mouthwash is gargley - that's Ka-blammo!
Your water is watery - that's Ka-blammo!
I majored in Pottery - not Ka-blammo!

You're chillin' with your dudes and they stab you in the face,
on the way to the hospital you're bleeding all over the place,
your leg is amputated cos you've got gangrene,
and then you get cancer and you die in your teens!
but then this pretty girl, who you've always really liked
shows up to your funeral and that's a real mixed blessing

Your jello is wobbly - that's Ka-blammo!
You met Hugo Godvery (?) - that's Ka-blammo!
You're Harlem Globetrottery - that's Ka-blammo!
You watch the disorderlies - not Ka-blammo!

When you're mining for coal and you forget what coal is,
and you're sure to be fired because that's your job.
when a mole is in your ass, and you wonder where the mole is,
you're screwed man, cos there's a mole in your ass... Job!
the meaning of life is revealed to you,
and all of the drinks are english brew
your whim is the word of the people on earth
but the whole mole in the ass thing is haunting you... Earth!

When your fluids are bodily- that's Ka-blammy!
What happened to Ka-blammo? I mean Ka-blammo!
Good, that's better - that's Ka-blammy!
Wait, I'm confused... we said Ka-blammo!

HARD!

Getting a vid in the top 15? That's ka-blammo!

Getting added to a playlist? That's ka-blammo!

Dying in the queue? Not ka-blammo!

I'll bet she was rolling her eyes back in her head right up until BLAMMO!