The Succeeder Stronghold
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[QUOTE=Fiona]He can call himself the Archduke Ferdinand so far as I am concerned.
Ohhh....wait...maybe not that. Anything he likes really
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Haha.
[QUOTE=Aramant]I just randomly checked that SYM Award thread. I got nominated, AND voted for! Jumping Jesus on a pogo-stick.[/QUOTE]
Funny mental image. :laugh:
Haha.
[QUOTE=Aramant]I just randomly checked that SYM Award thread. I got nominated, AND voted for! Jumping Jesus on a pogo-stick.[/QUOTE]
Funny mental image. :laugh:
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Once upon a time, there was a narwhal named Jimmy the Not-Really-A-Narwhal. This is peculiar, not because he really was a narwhal, but because his name wasn't really Jimmy.
One day, Not-Jimmy the Really-A-Narwhal-...-Or-IS-He? went to the supermarket. I'm not sure if he walked, swam, or flew, because I'm not entirely sure what a narwhal is. Or isn't, in the possible case of Little Jimmy Mystery-Move. I don't know what Jimmaybe bought, because I don't know what narwhals eat. Or if they eat at all. Maybe they just absorb nutrients from the atmosphere, like the Estonians. I can only assume the Estonians don't eat, because I've never heard of any kind of national dishes of Estonia. Whatever it was that Esto-Jim the Narwhalian bought, though, it sure was tasty. Unless it wasn't what he really wanted. Sometimes you have to make sacrifices.
So anyway, after Narwhal-Incognito sacrificed the supermarket to The Great Groceror, God of Food Sales, he converted to Judaism, which, as we all know, is the worship of Judo. During one particularly vigorous worship service (involving no less than seventeen and no more than five back flips), Narjim- which is really just "marshmallow" spelled backwards- unfortunately broke three of his backs. This is especially heartbreaking, as I'm not sure if narwhals are even vertebrates.
And that's the story of how Billy the Badger saved the day.
One day, Not-Jimmy the Really-A-Narwhal-...-Or-IS-He? went to the supermarket. I'm not sure if he walked, swam, or flew, because I'm not entirely sure what a narwhal is. Or isn't, in the possible case of Little Jimmy Mystery-Move. I don't know what Jimmaybe bought, because I don't know what narwhals eat. Or if they eat at all. Maybe they just absorb nutrients from the atmosphere, like the Estonians. I can only assume the Estonians don't eat, because I've never heard of any kind of national dishes of Estonia. Whatever it was that Esto-Jim the Narwhalian bought, though, it sure was tasty. Unless it wasn't what he really wanted. Sometimes you have to make sacrifices.
So anyway, after Narwhal-Incognito sacrificed the supermarket to The Great Groceror, God of Food Sales, he converted to Judaism, which, as we all know, is the worship of Judo. During one particularly vigorous worship service (involving no less than seventeen and no more than five back flips), Narjim- which is really just "marshmallow" spelled backwards- unfortunately broke three of his backs. This is especially heartbreaking, as I'm not sure if narwhals are even vertebrates.
And that's the story of how Billy the Badger saved the day.