blorp

plural blorps

1. A sound suggesting a splash of or into a volume of semiliquid material.

   "The center of the pond made a sound like, 'blorp, blorp,' and began once again to boil and bubble as if it had never ceased."

   2007, Judith Merkle Riley, The Water Devil: A Margaret of Ashbury Novel, Three Rivers Press, →ISBN, page 141

   2 more examples

   "Lesser artists might have been satisfied with, say, a 'blorp.' Or with a 'squoph.' Not Disney's noise trust. They said it must be 'voomp.' Their only trouble was that 'voomp' wasn't among the hundreds of crazy sounds they have catalogued."

   1941 March, “Voomp Clank Bomp: Name Your Noise and the Movies' Sound Makers Will Give It To You”, in Popular Science, page 106

   "He and Catherine stood at the foot of Mount Pele. It was glowing a brilliant crimson from the cone, the wax-based lava releasing the occasional blorp of heated air."

   2009, Donn Cortez, CSI: Crime Scene Investigation: The Killing Jar, Simon and Schuster, →ISBN, page 223

present singular third person blorps · participle present blorping · participle past blorped · past blorped

1. To move or be deposited with a blorp.

   "She would sooner have touched what blorped out of a stuck drainpipe."

   1997, Michael Flynn, Firestar, Tor Science Fiction, →ISBN, page 330

   2 more examples

   "Down below, this batter was blorping out onto pans covered with waxed paper."

   2005, Steve Almond, Candyfreak: A Journey Through the Chocolate Underbelly of America, Harvest Books, →ISBN, page 134

   "If I could clone myself, this was one of the times I would have worked the phones, to make the most of the Blessed Chocolate Virgin, and if I had felt more comfortable in my de facto role as head of the business at that time, I might have tried to get going with a fast production of a Limited-Edition Zip's Blessed Chocolate Virgin, using the Little Sammies production line, with a molded figure replicating that holy object sent by God to Zip's Candies, here on Earth, in New Haven, Connecticut, at the edge of the Quinnipiac River, to blorp out of that striping nozzle onto the Tigermelt belt."

   2009, Katharine Weber, True Confections, Random House, Inc., →ISBN, page 44