The word dyslexia was invented by Nazis to piss off kids with dyslexia.
posted 18 October 2011 17:09
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Yay! Edorix voted for me twice!! I didn't bribe him, I swears it!
Anyone notice all the names in mine are anagrams of certain people? Partly to add a bit more depth and for a laugh, and half because I'm an unimaginative spartan who finds it hard thinking up new names.
Well, I think some of the letters are missing or changed, but whatever...
posted 27 October 2011 16:42
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Only a few more days to enter your votes, folks!
Terikel Grayhair Imperator
posted 02 November 2011 08:06
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The lists grew silent as the two entrants approached the center for the final battle. The hush falling over the crowd was heavy, contagious even, as the two drew nearer. Not even the sneeze of the court jester could disturb this solemn moment.
The Viking was magnificent. He was clad in sterling armor, of impressive build and elegant styling. A well-constructed and most worthy opponent, with the fire of a New England Yankee called Bonan the Librarian being sent to Hell by mistake and taking over the place to end up being banished from the Netherworld. All proclaimed his brilliance, and his style, and praised the well-defined curves of the tale.
Facing him was a bedraggled Spartan. His armor, if you could call it that, was bedraggled and multi-colored bits of pottery hanging together with pink shoe laces and black panties. He was a scrawny thing really, a potato with a rooster feather as a quill and diarrhea as ink.
The two faced off. A blow was struck, then another. Feather dusters were not exactly lethal weapons, but for the Joust of Comedy they were appropriate. Thus the two flurried and wielded their chosen feather dusters with aplomb and skill.
The match did not last long. By the third swish, the Viking was on his knees, giggling to the Spartanís tickles. His armor, being strong and well-fitting, denied him the vital access to those now-itching spots, whereas the pottery and cookery coating the Spartan allowed easy access to scratching fingers. And the Spartan was merciless- and scratching- and emerged from the flying feathers as the Victor of this Joust.
All praise Liamidas- crowned Champion of the Sepia Joust V, and winner of the Crooked Comedy Crown.