Phillip Norbert Årp

The Pnårp (not this Pnårp) got hypnotized by a tasty, tasty mubbleduck… one that can make dogs play poker! http://www.pnarp.com/2012/05/13/

Pnårp ate blocks of cheese as they fell from the sky, then lost a fight with some angry flower pots! http://www.pnarp.com/2012/05/06/

Pnårp finally had an excuse to burn all his French toast to death this week! Burn, burn, burn!! http://www.pnarp.com/2012/04/29/

Pnårp found some lemons in an odd place, pressed his open apple key, and then had all his capacitors blow! http://www.pnarp.com/2012/04/22/

Pnårp went madly in search of a box of bright little orange balls of sugary joy this week! http://www.pnarp.com/2012/04/15/

Pnårp met a man this past week, a man who gurned with the best of them! http://www.pnarp.com/2012/04/08/

Pnårp did his best to survive April Fools Day without getting fooled, and he succeeded… but at what cost? http://www.pnarp.com/2012/04/01/

Pnårp needed a coffee shortly after coming back to life—but they didn’t have any onion powder! http://www.pnarp.com/2012/03/25/

Axons stretched out across parsecs, light-years, and beard-seconds of darkness… reaching, probing… http://www.pnarp.com/2012/02/19/

In 1922, Richard Uptown Pluckman rented some toads… and met his end at the hands of a rubber mubbleducky. http://www.pnarp.com/2012/03/18/

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