God Bless Us, Everyone
Hark! The herald-angels sing
“Glory to the newborn king;
Peace on earth and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled”
Borderline Sociopathic Blog For Boys Man Of The Year 2015
Way out West there was this fella — fella I wanna tell ya about. Fella by the name of Red Green. At least that was the handle his loving parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. Red Green, he called himself Red Green. Now, Red Green — he didn’t make a whole lot of sense. And a lot about where he lived, likewise.
Even The Little Girls In Russia Are Brave
Courage. What makes a King out of a slave? Courage. What makes the flag on the mast to wave? Courage. What makes the elephant charge his tusk in the misty mist or the dusky dusk? Courage. What makes the muskrat guard his musk? Courage. What makes the Sphinx the 7th Wonder? Courage. What makes the dawn come up like THUNDER?! Courage.
Finland, Finland, Finland — The Country Where I Want To Be
I met a Finn once, it was an extremely traumatic experience. He was laying in the snow, completely naked, while drinking Akvavit straight from the bottle, and singing the Finnish national anthem. He could have just been a very confused Swede, but I decided to give him a wide berth regardless of his true nationality. Finns are like constantly inebriated Polar bears. You should avoid them at all costs, especially if you’re a Russki.