Chump

That chump wouldn't know his ass from a hole in the ground.

What chumps! Didn’t they realize that all they had to do was interpret the constitutional term “the Legislature” to mean “the people”?

It shouldn't be hard to put one over on that chump.

“Well, that's it. Let's reactivate him. Wake up!” “[Yawns] Hey, chumps and chumpettes. Did you get the bomb out? Can I go back to saying the word I love to say?” “I'm sorry, but we couldn't remove it.” “It's stuck in there with glue or something. I don't know.” “Well, this is just great. What's the point of living if I can't say ass? [Gasps] Hey! I didn't blow up! Ass! Ass! Ass! Ass! Ass! All right! I'm back in the saddle.” “We couldn't disarm the bomb, so we reset the word that triggers it.” “It's from the list of words you almost never say.” “That's using your ass. So what's the word?” “We think it's better if you don't know.” “Oh, come on. I'm not going to say it. Please? Ooh, is it "please"?” “Nope.” “Hmm. Words I never say. Oh. I know. "Thanks."” “Bender, stop trying to destroy the world.” “Wait, wait, wait, wait. Is it "sorry"? No. "Funderful"? Mmm... "Non-alcoholic"?” “Quit it.” “Bender.” “Stop it, mon.” “Enough already.” “"Compassion"? "Shrimp toast"? "Antiquing"?” [Explosion] “I'm all right.”

Ralph Wiggum is generally employed as a bottomless fount of glorious non sequiturs, but in “I Love Lisa” he stands in for every oblivious chump who ever deluded himself into thinking that with persistence, determination, and a pure heart he can win the girl of his dreams.

Shaped as if they had been unskilfully cut off the chump-end of something.

At a neighbouring table two Germans were making a hearty meal, chumping the meat and smacking their lips in a kind of heavy ecstasy.