Rumfish Lore



So, you want to know what constitutes lore of the ancient, mystical, and absurd Rumfish? NOTHING! NO LORE THAT A MORTAL MIND COULD EVER HOPE TO COMPREHEND WITHOUT BECOMING HOPELESSLY INSANE... but... you wouldn't have checked this site out if you were completely stable mentally, would you? I bet you came here just to tip over the edge and start falling into the oblivious oblivion of chaos and cheese, plaid and steel toes, YOU ASKED FOR IT, DIDN'T YOU?!?!?

Well, being that I'm so generous, your wish is granted.

BEHOLD!...

The dust is scraped from the tomes. Rumfishian Lore is now open... if you dare read the cryptic pages.

Let us start at the beginning...

Long, long ago, when I was but 12 years old and a 7th grader, I wasn't really allowed to curse (cuss, whatever... speaking of which, cock shit fuck damn). I needed a word to replace some of those I just mentioned, so I got creative and invented a guttural sort of grunt, "rumf." I started using rumf all the time as my grumble word, and soon enough my mother got sick of it. "Mark, you've got to do something with that word or get rid of it, I'm tired of hearing it," Mom said.

"OK Mom, I'm feeling... rumf-ish."

AND IT BEGAN.

and what a glorious begining it was...