Monday, August 28, 2006
Time once again for The Might Thor to answer Facebook mail. On to you Thor...
Mr. Feeny,
Until the day you can crush the armies of your enemies with such great swiftness that many epics poems are written and orally handed down through generations, until the day your name strikes fear and panic into villages that are too far for you to reach, until the day your axe handle is dyed red with the blood of slain soldiers, women, children, and their livestock, until the day you are finally defeated in battle, gripping your sword so tightly that your enemy can never take it as a prize, on that day you will join me in Valhalla and I will give you a goblet of mead. On that day, you will be my friend. So yeah, then it'll be cool to friend me.
May the skulls of your enemies overflow with mead,
The Might Thor
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Hey,
Wanna be friends? I can teach you all sorts of things and help you solve life's problems!
Mr. Feeny
Mr. Feeny,
Until the day you can crush the armies of your enemies with such great swiftness that many epics poems are written and orally handed down through generations, until the day your name strikes fear and panic into villages that are too far for you to reach, until the day your axe handle is dyed red with the blood of slain soldiers, women, children, and their livestock, until the day you are finally defeated in battle, gripping your sword so tightly that your enemy can never take it as a prize, on that day you will join me in Valhalla and I will give you a goblet of mead. On that day, you will be my friend. So yeah, then it'll be cool to friend me.
May the skulls of your enemies overflow with mead,
The Might Thor
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Thursday, August 10, 2006
On thursday August 10, 2006, our terror levels are at Bert for most of the country, Ernie for all commercial flights and Elmo for flights from the U.K.
I repeat: DEFCON level Elmo! Kiss your loved ones, spend all your money and pray to any of the gods in desperation. We's in some deep Elmo now.
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I repeat: DEFCON level Elmo! Kiss your loved ones, spend all your money and pray to any of the gods in desperation. We's in some deep Elmo now.
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Monday, August 07, 2006