"Five Ganglepi!"
So, I found myself searching google for the word "Ganglepuss" earlier, as I often find myself doing when I'm trapped in Nova Scotia, bored as a nigger at a barbecue. I thought to myself, "I just may have invented the fuckin' most-awesomest word ever". I was wrong. Apparently the word existed before I had the stroke of genius to invent it... Some crazy fuck even used it in his book... must be one hell of a book says I.
http://www.google.ca/search?hl=en&q=ganglepuss&meta=
and..
excerpts from the novel which apparently involves Ganglepi..
http://www.sweetfancymoses.com/amati_kon6-2.htm
http://sweetfancymoses.com/amati_kon6-5.htm
The clamor outside seemed to have changed its tone. "What are they shouting?" asked S----.
In a moment it was all too clear. "The Ganglepuss!" shouted the masses.
"The Ganglepuss!"
Down the Orange Roughy's gullet slid an apparition so appalling that Kakoskolos' bright nickel plating dulled and steam whistled from his ears. The Ganglepuss was the color of old milk and huge enough to touch a rib on either side of its devourer's belly. It had more than forty arms, but one couldn't count them because they flailed about in a tempest. It plopped into the water, scattering boats like waterbeetles. And after it came another Ganglepuss…and another…and another…and…
"Five Ganglepi!" gasped J----. "He must have diagnosed an ulcer!"
"Come on," said Z----. "Time to leave."
Somebody should buy this book for me.
http://www.google.ca/search?hl=en&q=ganglepuss&meta=
and..
excerpts from the novel which apparently involves Ganglepi..
http://www.sweetfancymoses.com/amati_kon6-2.htm
http://sweetfancymoses.com/amati_kon6-5.htm
The clamor outside seemed to have changed its tone. "What are they shouting?" asked S----.
In a moment it was all too clear. "The Ganglepuss!" shouted the masses.
"The Ganglepuss!"
Down the Orange Roughy's gullet slid an apparition so appalling that Kakoskolos' bright nickel plating dulled and steam whistled from his ears. The Ganglepuss was the color of old milk and huge enough to touch a rib on either side of its devourer's belly. It had more than forty arms, but one couldn't count them because they flailed about in a tempest. It plopped into the water, scattering boats like waterbeetles. And after it came another Ganglepuss…and another…and another…and…
"Five Ganglepi!" gasped J----. "He must have diagnosed an ulcer!"
"Come on," said Z----. "Time to leave."
Somebody should buy this book for me.