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Alas

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I have learned nothing.

Foblimericks (now with added FOB)

Sir Jupiter told of a man vying
a beautiful chick to be lying.
But--not even the sages
in US Weekly pages
could know that the man would be dying!

Tolkien Boy slyly derailed us
with superheroes. How they regaled us!
But unless he corrects
this absence of sex,
oh! How the fellow has failed us!

Master Fob--well, what can we say?
He's always been sort of "that way."
It's not so much the bangles,
but, yes, the hard angles
that help us to know that he's gay.

Weed knows that pure elocution
can often be cause for confusion.
Abstinence, that's the thing,
so he neglected to bring
any writing, to gain absolution.

I would just like to point out

that Edgy's most recent post is currently at the top of the "Recent Fobbings" sidebar thingee. Apparently this is important to him.

Fob Minutes 1/18/07

(Just the highlights.)

• Weed forgot his fobbery in a Taco Bell in Tukwila. He spent the evening in shame.
• Sir Jupiter apologized.
• Baby Weed and Baby Fob flirted.
  
• Sir Jupiter apologized.
  
• Mrs. Weed was the only one to laugh at Master Fob's oh-so-clever jokes. Master Fob is considering inviting her to replace her husband in the Fob pantheon.
• Sir Jupiter apologized.
  
• Sir Jupiter suggested that Master Fob sprinkle Foxy J throughout. Master Fob ensured everyone that he had already intended to do so.
• Sir Jupiter apologized.
• Tolkien Boy's story stopped suddenly before the superhero and the superhenchman got to know each other. All were disappointed and look forward to reading the climax next time.
  
• Sir Jupiter ended the night with an apology.
  

Where have all the Fobs gone?

I was blog jumping tonight (this morning) and found myself on the old Foblog, reading "minutes" from the great summer of Fobbing. And then I returned to this so-called "new and improved" Foblog, and while I was happy to read the 12 Fobs of Christmas once again, I wondered what had happened to all my fellow Fobs. Allow me to hypothesize.

Master Fob got lost in the stacks.
Theric decided to take his "Thou Shalt Publish" speech on the road. He's playing Mississippi this week.
Jeph is dead. (That one was easy.)
Tolkien Boy quit grad school and is auditioning to be a munchkin in the stage version of Master Fob's Oz novel.
Queen Zippergut is having sex. Again.
The Marchioness found a time machine and sped off to the 1800s in search of her Mr. Darcy.
Weed got beat up on the playground.
Melyngoch hitched a ride with the Marchioness and is now being courted by Beowulf.
editorgirl. . . oh wait. I'm here.
Sir Jupiter is in orbit.
Straight Happily Married Friend of Gay Ex-Boyfriend Chick is petitioning for a better pseudonym.
Edgy Killer Bunny is buried under the stack of books that got tired of waiting on his nightstand.
And faithful Petra, our mascot? She's become the world's most famous mascot and now considers herself too busy for the likes of us.

That was fun. But I miss you. Come back.

The Illustrated Fobs of Christmas

On the twelfth day of Christmas,
My true fob sent to me

Twelve Santas kissing,


Eleven teachers teaching,


Ten stalkers stalking,


Nine alpha entries,


Eight Mormons cussing,


Seven shoulders winging,


Six maids unmarried,


FIVE GAY SEX SCENES!


Four times a-fobbed,


Three Moral Peeps,


Two Costco cakes,


And a starling in Tehachapi.