- Absalom, Absalom! I Mean, Nipple!
All the King’s Nipples
A Handful of Nipples
An American Nipple
Are You There Nipple? It’s Me, Margaret
The Nipples Karamazov
Nipple-22
Canterbury Nipples
A Clockwork Nipple
The Cunning Nipple
Don Quixote de La Pezón (Spanish)
The French Lieutenant’s Nipple
Gone With the Nipple
The Nipples of Wrath
The Great Nipple
The Nipple is A Lonely Hunter
I, Nipple
The Lion, The Nipple and the Wardrobe
Lord of the Nipple (William Golding)
The Lord of the Nipples (J.R.R. Tolkien)
Naked Nipple
Nipple-Eighty-Four
The Old Wives’ Nipple
One Flew Over the Nipple’s Nest
Nipple’s Complaint
The Nipple of Miss Jean Brodie
Tender is the Nipple
Nipplehouse-Five
The Nipple Who Came in From the Cold
Their Eyes Were Watching Nipples
To Kill a Nipple
Wide Sargasso Nipple
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Did Somebody Say Nipple?!
Stories That Would Sell Better Were Their Titles to Contain the Word Nipple:
Monday, March 26, 2007
A Nipply Census
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So. That experiment? I'm just curious if anyone actually downloaded it. Please comment yes or no. This was just an exercise in curiosity, so don't think I'll get mad. I just want to know how likely people are to participate in something like this.
So. That experiment? I'm just curious if anyone actually downloaded it. Please comment yes or no. This was just an exercise in curiosity, so don't think I'll get mad. I just want to know how likely people are to participate in something like this.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
The Fobs Return to Utah Valley
editorgirl: So I came home tonight to find Edgy cleaning off my table, making room for shrimp dip and enough carbs to ruin everyone's diets. I'm not sure what he was doing here, but I'd been meaning to clean off that table, so I let him do his thing. And then Saule showed up with rolls and then Dec and Absent-Minded. Thus began the deluge.
Edgy: I was cleaning off the table because I arrived to an empty house (meaning that even editorgirl wasn't here) at 6:20 when I was under the impression that we were to be arriving at 6:00. I must confess that it's an odd feeling to be the first to show up at a party when one is not hosting said party. Regardless, the party got off to a lovely start with said shrimp dip and said rolls and bags and bags of chips and bottles and bottles of soda provided for by editorgirl. Finally, Master Fob and FoxyJ and S-Boogie and Lil Dude showed up. With the Costco pizzas. Yum.
Master Fob: Yum indeed. I feel that we should have killed someone, as we usually do in these group posts, but I'm not sure who we killed. Perhaps Tolkien Boy will fill us in there. He did just say something about killing the dog...
Tolkien Boy: When I was invited to this little soiree, I automatically assumed it was because I have more estrogen than editorgirl and Absent-Minded combined. Well, maybe not combined. This, however, was not borne out by facts, as I came bearing--well, nothing, except for my own sense of obligation. It's a strong sense of obligation, which is what kept me up late at night, and early morning, and--okay, so I didn't sleep last night, but not for any good reasons, as the gosspists of FOB and others will suggest to you. Ambrosia, who is lovely as a redhead, now will speak.
Ambrosia: When Bawb and I slunk in late, the house was packed. We slipped into the kitchen, ashamed of our tardiness and hoping that the fruit pizzas would buy us some forgiveness. Shrimp dip, looking inviting, was on the table. Pizza, equally tempting, on the counter. And tucked neatly beside the fridge was the body. Looked like someone had had a little too much Diet Coke. The pinstriped shirt had a red splotch. Probably just ketchup. I moved back to the table and started loading my plate.
Dec: These people are so weird.
eleka: Having friends in high places finally served me well, as I was given invite to tonight's exclusive FOB party. After spending the requisite 2.5 hours making myself pretty (that being the only way I could imagine holding my own - or, at least, distracting them from my lack of English major rhetoric - with the highly erudite sort sure to be in attendance therein) I sashayed my way into editorgirl's house and found it full of fine individuals whom I hadn't seen in far too long. The scent of Saule's homebaking rolls was a fragrancial delight and the table of waiting delectable-looking goodies that we were ever-more failing to abstain from eating kept reminding us that Tolkien Boy was still MIA. After a quick discussion as to whether or not Tolkien Boy is yet adept enough at using his rather new cell phone to understand how to receive text messages, Edgy took a change and sent TB a rather vehement "Where the hell are you?" inquiry. It worked - soon thereafter, TB sashayed himself in to the party - bedecked in Banana Republic, fantastic jeans, and a most amazing accessory: the man bag. He looked devastatingly hot. In a more idealistic alternative universe, I would have been his. Or, rather, he would have been mine.
Bawb: The food was delicious. I do not believe in fiction.
[cue reality TV result show music of your choice]
editorgirl: Fobs, America has voted. Who will be survive the Return to Happy Valley? Master Fob, you provided Costco pizza and performed a tap routine from "Fob: The Musical." Bawb liked the pizza, but thought the tap routine lacked technique. Edgy Killer Bunny couldn't stop laughing long enough to say anything. America has voted--Master Fob, for today, you are safe.
Tolkien Boy, you beat everyone in two rounds of anagrams. I thought you were patronizing. And you were. Eleka commented that you were very well dressed. America voted--and we'll find out what they have to say after the break.
Edgy: I was cleaning off the table because I arrived to an empty house (meaning that even editorgirl wasn't here) at 6:20 when I was under the impression that we were to be arriving at 6:00. I must confess that it's an odd feeling to be the first to show up at a party when one is not hosting said party. Regardless, the party got off to a lovely start with said shrimp dip and said rolls and bags and bags of chips and bottles and bottles of soda provided for by editorgirl. Finally, Master Fob and FoxyJ and S-Boogie and Lil Dude showed up. With the Costco pizzas. Yum.
Master Fob: Yum indeed. I feel that we should have killed someone, as we usually do in these group posts, but I'm not sure who we killed. Perhaps Tolkien Boy will fill us in there. He did just say something about killing the dog...
Tolkien Boy: When I was invited to this little soiree, I automatically assumed it was because I have more estrogen than editorgirl and Absent-Minded combined. Well, maybe not combined. This, however, was not borne out by facts, as I came bearing--well, nothing, except for my own sense of obligation. It's a strong sense of obligation, which is what kept me up late at night, and early morning, and--okay, so I didn't sleep last night, but not for any good reasons, as the gosspists of FOB and others will suggest to you. Ambrosia, who is lovely as a redhead, now will speak.
Ambrosia: When Bawb and I slunk in late, the house was packed. We slipped into the kitchen, ashamed of our tardiness and hoping that the fruit pizzas would buy us some forgiveness. Shrimp dip, looking inviting, was on the table. Pizza, equally tempting, on the counter. And tucked neatly beside the fridge was the body. Looked like someone had had a little too much Diet Coke. The pinstriped shirt had a red splotch. Probably just ketchup. I moved back to the table and started loading my plate.
Dec: These people are so weird.
eleka: Having friends in high places finally served me well, as I was given invite to tonight's exclusive FOB party. After spending the requisite 2.5 hours making myself pretty (that being the only way I could imagine holding my own - or, at least, distracting them from my lack of English major rhetoric - with the highly erudite sort sure to be in attendance therein) I sashayed my way into editorgirl's house and found it full of fine individuals whom I hadn't seen in far too long. The scent of Saule's homebaking rolls was a fragrancial delight and the table of waiting delectable-looking goodies that we were ever-more failing to abstain from eating kept reminding us that Tolkien Boy was still MIA. After a quick discussion as to whether or not Tolkien Boy is yet adept enough at using his rather new cell phone to understand how to receive text messages, Edgy took a change and sent TB a rather vehement "Where the hell are you?" inquiry. It worked - soon thereafter, TB sashayed himself in to the party - bedecked in Banana Republic, fantastic jeans, and a most amazing accessory: the man bag. He looked devastatingly hot. In a more idealistic alternative universe, I would have been his. Or, rather, he would have been mine.
Bawb: The food was delicious. I do not believe in fiction.
[cue reality TV result show music of your choice]
editorgirl: Fobs, America has voted. Who will be survive the Return to Happy Valley? Master Fob, you provided Costco pizza and performed a tap routine from "Fob: The Musical." Bawb liked the pizza, but thought the tap routine lacked technique. Edgy Killer Bunny couldn't stop laughing long enough to say anything. America has voted--Master Fob, for today, you are safe.
Tolkien Boy, you beat everyone in two rounds of anagrams. I thought you were patronizing. And you were. Eleka commented that you were very well dressed. America voted--and we'll find out what they have to say after the break.
Monday, March 19, 2007
Fobséance
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Theric: Huh? Did I hear something? From over here in the great beyond where I was so recently and unfairly sent?
Master Fob: If I'm channeling the dead you then shouldn't we be logged in under my name?
Th: Hey.... That's right.... I can't believe you killed me for my Blogger account. Haven't you heard these things are free?
MF: Yes, but wouldn't you kill to be able to post on Thmazing's Thmusings?
Th: I see your point. SO what--did you just dredge me up from Eternal Rest to gloat?
MF: Yes. And I'm done now.
Th: Oh. Well. Um. Enjoy your drive?
MF: Thank you. Hey, did it occur to you that I can make you say whatever I want just by typing my own words after Th:?
Th: Wow, you're a genius! No wonder I've always secretly wished I were you.
MF: Yes, well, most people do.
Th: Help! Help! I'm possessed by a corporeal being!!!!!
MF: I have nothing to say to that.
Th: You wouldn't. I know your kind. Peter was telling me all about your ilk. Nefertiti too. She's nice. She gave me this nice little welcome basket. They have great fruit here.
MF: Well, that's a relief. I was worried there wouldn't be any fruits in heaven.
Th: I don't get it.
[pause]
Th: Hello?
[pause]
Th: Can I go back now?
[pause]
Th: Master Fob?
[pause]
Th: This is ridiculous. I liked things so much better when you were dead!
MF: Well, if that's how you feel then I'll just go now. See you later.
Th: Wait! No! You don't know what it's like here! I have no internet access! I was only kidding, Ben--only kidding! Don't go! Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Theric: Huh? Did I hear something? From over here in the great beyond where I was so recently and unfairly sent?
Master Fob: If I'm channeling the dead you then shouldn't we be logged in under my name?
Th: Hey.... That's right.... I can't believe you killed me for my Blogger account. Haven't you heard these things are free?
MF: Yes, but wouldn't you kill to be able to post on Thmazing's Thmusings?
Th: I see your point. SO what--did you just dredge me up from Eternal Rest to gloat?
MF: Yes. And I'm done now.
Th: Oh. Well. Um. Enjoy your drive?
MF: Thank you. Hey, did it occur to you that I can make you say whatever I want just by typing my own words after Th:?
Th: Wow, you're a genius! No wonder I've always secretly wished I were you.
MF: Yes, well, most people do.
Th: Help! Help! I'm possessed by a corporeal being!!!!!
MF: I have nothing to say to that.
Th: You wouldn't. I know your kind. Peter was telling me all about your ilk. Nefertiti too. She's nice. She gave me this nice little welcome basket. They have great fruit here.
MF: Well, that's a relief. I was worried there wouldn't be any fruits in heaven.
Th: I don't get it.
[pause]
Th: Hello?
[pause]
Th: Can I go back now?
[pause]
Th: Master Fob?
[pause]
Th: This is ridiculous. I liked things so much better when you were dead!
MF: Well, if that's how you feel then I'll just go now. See you later.
Th: Wait! No! You don't know what it's like here! I have no internet access! I was only kidding, Ben--only kidding! Don't go! Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Friday, March 16, 2007
Theric is Dead
Let this be a lesson to all you who threaten to start your own branch of Fob with real writers.
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