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A pterodactyl-like dinosaur that looks much like Ralph Drabble. Often flies around the house with sweatpants on its legs and tennis shoes on its feet. While capable of flight, the Ralphorynchus can also walk. It is often accompanied by its wife dinosaur, the Juneorynchus, who chases it if it makes fun of her exercise. As in the July 6, 2010 'Drabble'.
The Ralphorynchus: Hey honeybunch, great workout! You might wanna try a few sit ups too.
The Juneorynchus: (Screeches) You crazy dino-bird!! We don't have much abs, how can we do sit ups? We get enough on them just flying around.
The Ralphorynchus: You are so crazy! Maybe I should do all this while you eat! The human Drabbles did it the other way around. The human Ralph Drabble while the human June was working out.
The Juneorynchus: (lets out a high pitched screech) This is for your own good. Give me 20 laps around this house! And I don't mean flying! You better start jogging, boy!
The Ralphorynchus: I should thank her. Now she's got me jog-flying!
The Juneorynchus: (Screeches) You crazy dino-bird!! We don't have much abs, how can we do sit ups? We get enough on them just flying around.
The Ralphorynchus: You are so crazy! Maybe I should do all this while you eat! The human Drabbles did it the other way around. The human Ralph Drabble while the human June was working out.
The Juneorynchus: (lets out a high pitched screech) This is for your own good. Give me 20 laps around this house! And I don't mean flying! You better start jogging, boy!
The Ralphorynchus: I should thank her. Now she's got me jog-flying!
by Dusty's Baby Powder April 21, 2011
Get the Ralphorynchusmug. An extremely urgent flatulence, usually preceded by the yelling of "Watch Out!". Appears suddenly and without warning; a gastrointestinal surprise.
by Dusty's Baby Powder April 25, 2010
Get the McJellymug. The psychological condition suffered by many fans of the comic strip 'The Middletons' when Beatrice Middleton is not seen in the strip. Symptoms of this include, but are not limited to: intense sadness, thoughts of 'Where is she?', and most importantly 'Why is she not here?'. This causes much depression. The only known cure is intense exercise or massages using Martian Mud, which is Beatrice Middleton's favorite massage cream.
Beatrice: What's wrong honey? You look sad. I know what it is, its Middleton's Disease, right?
Bryant: Yes, you haven't been in the strip for days. Where were you? I was beginning to think you'd never show.
Morris: Buddy, she can't be in every strip. She's got to have a break once in a while. She's your Gunny Granny, for crying out loud.
Midge: (laughing) You know, he's right. Just because she isn't in the strip doesn't mean she isn't here. (picks up a jar of Martian Mud) Do you want me to use this? You love it when Beatrice does it.
Bryant: A massage? You'd actually give me a Martian Mud massage? Okay, just make sure you go all over my body. That's the best one.
Beatrice: That's one way to cure it. Hey sweetie, there's a soccer game going on later. And I'm coaching it. Want to come?
Bryant: Sure, maybe we could bring Grandpa Hec and Grandma Flo. But would I still be sad if I came?
Beatrice: No, you wouldn't be sad. Middleton's Disease is tough, I know. But you'll get over it quickly. (she starts massaging Bryant with the Martian Mud) There you go, sweetie. Now, isn't that better? I love you, honey. And I always will. A Gunny Granny's gotta do what a Gunny Granny's gotta do.
Bryant: Yes, you haven't been in the strip for days. Where were you? I was beginning to think you'd never show.
Morris: Buddy, she can't be in every strip. She's got to have a break once in a while. She's your Gunny Granny, for crying out loud.
Midge: (laughing) You know, he's right. Just because she isn't in the strip doesn't mean she isn't here. (picks up a jar of Martian Mud) Do you want me to use this? You love it when Beatrice does it.
Bryant: A massage? You'd actually give me a Martian Mud massage? Okay, just make sure you go all over my body. That's the best one.
Beatrice: That's one way to cure it. Hey sweetie, there's a soccer game going on later. And I'm coaching it. Want to come?
Bryant: Sure, maybe we could bring Grandpa Hec and Grandma Flo. But would I still be sad if I came?
Beatrice: No, you wouldn't be sad. Middleton's Disease is tough, I know. But you'll get over it quickly. (she starts massaging Bryant with the Martian Mud) There you go, sweetie. Now, isn't that better? I love you, honey. And I always will. A Gunny Granny's gotta do what a Gunny Granny's gotta do.
by Dusty's Baby Powder June 18, 2011
Get the Middleton's Diseasemug. A game of baseball created by Earl Pickles. Often played by Earl and his grandson, Nelson. It's used to teach kids how to hit the ball off the tee. Called 'Moonball' because the bat is often swung very hard and the ball is hit very far.
Nelson: (on the verge of crying but not quite) I'm just not a good batter. How can I learn to hit better?
Earl: What's the matter? Let's play Moonball. I'll show you how to do it.
Nelson: How?! I've never played Moonball before.
Earl: (demonstrating a proper batting stance) Here, do it like this. (swings the bat)
Nelson: Wow! Look at the ball go!
Earl: Wow! That ball almost went as high as the moon.
Nelson: (giving a high five) Move over, Ed Crankshaft, Earl Pickles is coming your way!
Ed: I heard that, Nelson Wolfe. You don't disrespect a Mudhen, you hear me?! (stares at him hard, angry eyed)
Nelson: Sorry, but I bet you never played Moonball when you played.
Earl: What's the matter? Let's play Moonball. I'll show you how to do it.
Nelson: How?! I've never played Moonball before.
Earl: (demonstrating a proper batting stance) Here, do it like this. (swings the bat)
Nelson: Wow! Look at the ball go!
Earl: Wow! That ball almost went as high as the moon.
Nelson: (giving a high five) Move over, Ed Crankshaft, Earl Pickles is coming your way!
Ed: I heard that, Nelson Wolfe. You don't disrespect a Mudhen, you hear me?! (stares at him hard, angry eyed)
Nelson: Sorry, but I bet you never played Moonball when you played.
by Dusty's Baby Powder March 13, 2011
Get the Moonballmug. A milkshake made of vanilla and rocky road ice cream. The chocolate represents oil, the white air. It is often eaten at Toledo Mudhens games, most often by Ed Crankshaft.
Ed: There's a pitcher of Cream of Crankshaft in the fridge if you want one.
Nate: Well, maybe, but I've never had one. What is it?
Ed: It's this milkshake I make. Its vanilla and rocky road ice cream.
Nate: Would they sell it at bus stops?
Ed: They sure would. I sell them in the summer off my truck. It's awesome!
Nate: Well, maybe, but I've never had one. What is it?
Ed: It's this milkshake I make. Its vanilla and rocky road ice cream.
Nate: Would they sell it at bus stops?
Ed: They sure would. I sell them in the summer off my truck. It's awesome!
by Dusty's Baby Powder November 1, 2010
Get the Cream of Crankshaftmug. An intense cramp suffered by Earl Pickles when he has not stretched himself. Earley Horses commonly occur in the legs but can appear anywhere on the body. The only known cure is intense stretches. They are hard to treat and only Earl knows how. If you feel a cramp coming on with an intense force, chances are you got yourself and Earley Horse. Watch out! It will kick you!
Earl: Oh no, I should have warmed up big time. I've got a terrible Earley Horse! (groaning) Owww.
Clyde: An Earley Horse? I know how you get those. Somebody didn't stretch!
Earl: Yeah, I forgot to. I was so busy with a bunch of other stuff that I just clean forgot. Now I'm paying for it.
Opal: You poor thing. Earley Horses really hurt, don't they?
Earl: Yes. But I bet I could still stretch it. (he stretches himself) Wow! That felt good. But its still cramping some.
Opal: Here, use my honey lotion. How about if I massage your leg with this? That would get the cramp out. (she starts massaging him) Easy now, let it work.
Clyde: How about we go for a walk, just you and me? But remember the warm up stretches! You don't want another Earley Horse.
Earl: They don't come on by force, but I sure love my Earley Horse!
Clyde: An Earley Horse? I know how you get those. Somebody didn't stretch!
Earl: Yeah, I forgot to. I was so busy with a bunch of other stuff that I just clean forgot. Now I'm paying for it.
Opal: You poor thing. Earley Horses really hurt, don't they?
Earl: Yes. But I bet I could still stretch it. (he stretches himself) Wow! That felt good. But its still cramping some.
Opal: Here, use my honey lotion. How about if I massage your leg with this? That would get the cramp out. (she starts massaging him) Easy now, let it work.
Clyde: How about we go for a walk, just you and me? But remember the warm up stretches! You don't want another Earley Horse.
Earl: They don't come on by force, but I sure love my Earley Horse!
by Dusty's Baby Powder November 19, 2011
Get the Earley Horsemug. A bowling tournament held by all the school districts in Ohio annually. It is most notably played between Centerville school district and Blue Valley school district. The winner gets the Edward R. Crankshaft memorial trophy. The trophy travels from year to year depending on who won it last. Centerville has won it the most times.
Ed: (jumping up and down in excitement) We won again! The Crankshaft Bowl is ours!! Take that Blue Valley schools!!
Roger: (running back and forth down the bowling lanes screaming) Centerville rocks! Centerville rocks!!
Elmer: (gets a real stern look on his face) Roger, shut up! So we won, big deal! I don't want to hear another word about it you hear me?
Roger: (is hurt by the sterness of Elmer's voice, begins to cry) I'm sorry, I just got excited.
Max: (really mad, blue steam coming out of his ears) You won't be so lucky next time, Crankshaft! Next time, Blue Valley is taking that trophy back to Ashtabula.
Ed: Easy, you'll win it someday, trust me. Just don't get so excited over it.
Steve: Yeah, take it easy. This is the Crankshaft Bowl. You're supposed to have fun with it.
Ed: (holding the trophy like a dumbell, crunching his bicep) Sweet victory! Burgandy and gold rule and navy and powder blue drool! (sets the trophy down and pumps his fist in the air three times)
Roger: (running back and forth down the bowling lanes screaming) Centerville rocks! Centerville rocks!!
Elmer: (gets a real stern look on his face) Roger, shut up! So we won, big deal! I don't want to hear another word about it you hear me?
Roger: (is hurt by the sterness of Elmer's voice, begins to cry) I'm sorry, I just got excited.
Max: (really mad, blue steam coming out of his ears) You won't be so lucky next time, Crankshaft! Next time, Blue Valley is taking that trophy back to Ashtabula.
Ed: Easy, you'll win it someday, trust me. Just don't get so excited over it.
Steve: Yeah, take it easy. This is the Crankshaft Bowl. You're supposed to have fun with it.
Ed: (holding the trophy like a dumbell, crunching his bicep) Sweet victory! Burgandy and gold rule and navy and powder blue drool! (sets the trophy down and pumps his fist in the air three times)
by Dusty's Baby Powder April 7, 2011
Get the Crankshaft Bowlmug.