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The Globglogabgalab 

The Globglogabgalab is a morbidly obese humanoid. He lives in the basement library of the mysterious house that Strawinsky and his friends explored. He loves books.

Some other names for him are:
The shwabble-dabble-wabble-gabble flibba blabba blab
The Yeast of Thoughts and Minds

He his made of shwibbly glib-a-kind
I am the Globglogabgalab, and I love books
This library is a true treasure trove.

the globglogabgalab 

he likes books and is The yeast of thoughts and mind
i am the globglogabgalab the shwibbledibbledablledabdab
the globglogabgalab by MeowMeowN January 30, 2023

the Globgogabgolab dance 

A rendition orchestrate with a small number of friends as the result of when one friend has had enough of you keeping him up all night talking and watching Bernd das Brot on the hotel room tv, rage quits the night and goes and hides in the toilet, crying. This is a problem, as you and your friends are thirsty, and your miserable sulking friend has been in there for 2 hours, and, despite bribes, threats and physiological (and chemical) warfare, refuses to unlock the door and come out.
In this grace situation, there is only one option:
The Globgogabgolab Dance!
The routine involves lying face down on a double bed in the middle of the room with dog poo-bags over your heads with eye and mouth holes torn out, half, or fully naked depending on the circumstances. The next stage is for one of your friends to quickly unlock the bathroom door with a coin after first turning off the lights inside the toilet with the outside switch, and run back to the bed to join you and the others. The infuriated friend then emerges from the toilet to winless the sight of you and your friends bare-ass naked face down on the bed totally still. Then illuminated only by the moonlight and the light emitted from Bernd das Brot on the tv, the masked figures slowly rise up and griddy silently, in slow motion a-top the bed in unison. Then, progress into the Worm followed by samba routines until the victim succumbs to this torture to the eyes and either attacks you, screams, or simply dies on the spot.
“He’s been in there for hours, the Nillywig!”
“We must take dire measures and do the Globgogabgolab dance!”

The Globlogabgalab

The Globlogabgalab is mostly in librarys and is a rare sight to see, if you encounter one do not run away but listen to what it has to say. The Globlogabgalab will mostly say ¨I love books¨ and start singing about itself causing the books to come to life and vibe to his song.
The Globlogabgalab: I love books.

bang a you-ee 

of Massachusetts orig. "to make a u-turn"
hey, we missed the bar, bang a you-ee
Word of the Day on July 19, 2026
The word 'flag' as pronounced by people with thick Belfast accents. The term is a perfect encapsulation of the disproportionate and overblown reaction to the removal of the Union Jack (as in 'de fleg') from above City Hall in Belfast. Where previously it had flown for 365 days per year, it is now flown on 17 designated days of the year - in line with many other British cities.

The event caused a portion of the Protestant community ('fleggers') to make international pricks of themselves as they proceeded to wreck the fucking place, claiming it was another erosion of a 'British' identity they perceive to have been under attack since the horrifying spectre of equality reared its head in Northern Ireland.

The word 'fleg' - and indeed 'fleggers' - fittingly describes a section of humanity unconcerned with knowledge, reality or the vagaries of the English language. Like America's tea-baggers they are ruled by instinct, fear and paranoia with a side dish of rampant bigotry and startling ignorance of the world around them.
"Wat de fuck like! The taigs got de fleg took down! Let's wreck de fuckin place! No surrender!"

"De fleg has been took down! Before ye know it there'll be a united Ireland! Attack Short Strand! God Save The Queen!"
Fleg by OnionFleg August 9, 2013
Word of the Day on July 18, 2026