Those lovable little blue muffins we (of my generation identify) as Smurfs were named by the creator's vision of what it sounded like when a person stepped on a mushroom. Squish. Schmoosh. Smoosh. Smurf.
Thus, smurfs were born.
I wish there were a more imaginative story for the delivery and birth of Ergurgles, but there isn't. It just... was.
Typed out of frustration and mis-coordination for more better and proper words came the great and all-purpose ergurgles.
For as long as I've (the I which I rarely use, but more fondly refer to myself as Pumpkin) had this blog, there has been several focal points, themes, directions and misdirections. Well, I'm adding another one to that. Ergurgles will now be my awkward occurrence section. Kinda like the obituaries or horoscope in a newspaper: kinda trashy or sad, but yet you're drawn to them.
Ergurgles.
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