Dumm Comics

The rules:
1. give your best "what is PLOP?" theory
2. it can be any length, but let's not get carried away.
3. you don't have to guess the right answer, but our favorite response will be chosen as the winner.
3a. entries will be judged on creativity and arbitrary rules we make up as we go along.
4. The prize is a FREE DUMM COMICS T-SHIRT, in the gender style and size of your choice.
5. There will only be one winner.
5a. The winner will be announced sometime during PLOP WEEK.
6. All entries must be posted no later than 9PM Sunday July 20th 2008.
7. I love you.
8. LET THE PLOP BEGIN!!!!!!

PLOP stands for Penis Loving On Parade. It's an adults only parade created by Hugh Heffner with the theme of sexual acts towards the pee pee. Handjobs, blowjobs, footjobs... you name it! The most popular float is a tribute to Pamela Anderson. The second most popular stars Skadi and Big BIG Pants Mouse. Unfortunately, Hillary Clinton is trying to shut down this year's PLOP due to a past experience that still peeves her off.

the Plop is a brand new style of drinking. We've all heard of "slammers" (slamming your shot on the bar before enjoying), drinks that you "drop" (i.e. Irish Carbomb), and what-have-you. But NOW comes the Plop. Take a mouthful of whatever your drink of choice is but DON'T SWALLOW. leave a good mouthful in there, with your mouth wide open, your trachea blocking any swallowing and your head straight up. Think of your mouth as a birdbath.

Now, PLOP! Plop a couple alka-seltzers into the booze in your mouth! fizzle fizzle! Your mouth is now an INSTANT VOLCANO (not the lame lava-and-death kind, but the awesome school science fair kind)

now Walk around the bar as you and your cool fizzling mouth are basically the envy of all your friends and fellow alcohol patrons!!!!!!! "Hey, WHO'S THAT KILLER DUDE (or foxy lady) WITH THE FROTH MOUTH?!" they'll yell excitedly. Once everyone is good and jealous, swallow and enjoy your mouthful of drink, and repeat! (either until you're out of alka seltzers, or til youre kicked out of the bar.., whichever comes first)

with Plop Week as the celebration of The Plop, that means that no tongue will not be numb, no liver will go unsheathed. i can't wait!!


actually this is a really really horrible idea. do not attempt this and do not listen to me.

Biatch don't steal my shirt!

Plop is an unsigned rap troupe from Sweden.
They have one fan, she is called Helga.

Plop aint what? Hey Nico, damn!
You must know I have a short attention span, I never write anything on my blog. I read half of your interpretation of "plop" and tried it.
Let me say that it wasn't funny
So I came back and read the rest, "oh" I said, now I...

PLOP is the sound your eyeballs make when they jump out of their sockets and land on the desk in front of you. You had previously been reading one of the superb daily web comics by a certain Dumm artist, _______, and now look at you. Your eyeballs have run away to California in search of the source of such scrumptious "eye candy". So what can you do? Get two eye patches to cover up your shame. Maybe get a friend to describe each new comic to you in the sad days to come (Warning: may result in ear loss as well). So beware, Dumm Comics readers. Blink profusely when viewing the splendors of this site or PLOP could happen to you!!

The lady of the house stood in front of the open door. "Detective! Thank God you're here." She wore a kilt, and her bagpipes were enormous. She had the kind of legs that stop traffic. She had a face only a nearsighted mother could love. I took a good look and then she started yapping. "First a rat came. Big, bigger than a dog. It wore pants! It was grasping at the air, and in every room it passed, the lights went out. I was calling an exterminator when I looked out the window and saw a ship! Sailing in the street! They say you deal with these things, you believe me, right?" Tell you the truth, I never came across a case this bad, but I had to reassure the lady. "Yes, I've seen--" "My manners! Please come in, sit down. Oh no, the sofa! We had to burn it. Some, creature, slept in it. And a barbarian! I'm afraid of what's about to happen next!"

I had to calm the broad down, but I didn't want to slap my pretty hand across her unconvincing excuse for a face. She must have realized what I was thinking. "You see what they've done to my face? A creature with a book of spells!" Then she started sobbing. "Calm down, calm down. All the evidence point to one thing." "Extraterrestrials?" "No, that's the one thing you haven't had yet. It's an open and shut case." "Can... you help me?" "No, I'm afraid not. It's irreversible. Unstoppable. No manner of man or beast, nor any spell or incantation, not the pantheon of the Gods nor demons below, nothing can help you. You're dummed. It's over. That'll be $200 for the house call." Tearful, choking, she said, "I only have $150 on me." Fearing the worst is soon upon us I had no time to haggle. I took her money, gave her a receipt. Wide eyed and ugly, she whispered silently, "Detective, what's going to happen?"

PLOP

Plop is when one character from one weekday comic jumps into another weekday comic and completely trashes that weekday's comic and degrades what was or may have been of that weekday. The end.

Plop from Heaven

Here in the land of Farnismelle
We lived very very happy lives
We danced all day by the derry beery tree
And then we sang all night
But then one day the clouds rolled in
And covered the land with gloom
It fell from the sky and flooded our homes
And now we are all doomed...

Oh plop where did you come from?
And why won't you leave us in peace?
That infernal sticky liquid
That smells like rotting feet

Now our songs call out to the gods
To forgive us of our sins
Please take this plop away from us
So we can dance again.