Last weekend some friends asked if I wanted to go to a Renaissance Fair with them. It reminded me of yet another in a long line of brilliant ideas I've had.

When I lived in Rochester, NY there was a Ren Fair nearby right on Lake Ontario. What I wanted to do was to gather together a group of a hundred or so big guys, dress up in authentic Viking regalia, hop in our longboat, cruise up to the shore and then sack the fair.

Think how great it would be. You'd be cruising in towards shore and people would be lining up to get a look at you. They'd all be grinning and eating their big turkey legs and saying 'Forsooth' and 'Prithee', then we'd come hauling ass off the boat and start laying waste to everything. Everyone would be laughing and thinking it was a great act until the blood started flying.

We pillage and burn down all the tents then rob everyone and make our getaway. And if the Coast Guard tried to stop us we'd sack them too.

Then we'd go out for waffles. And sack Denny's.

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100 pounds of shit in a 25 pound sack.

You rock, yo.

Love,

bunner

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I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.

Kids today. Next thing you know they'll be showing up at Civil War reenactments in war paint and loincloths while sporting bows and arrows. What's next? Taking car bombs to Riverdance?

(Yes, I know better; go back to sleep, Dr. Pedantic)

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We were gonna bomb the golf course's clubhouse at night. Instead, we just torched one of their outhouses with homemade napalm and landscaped a few greens and the fairway with a 1972 Buick station wagon. Encounters with ball-washers did not slow the vehicle appreciably.

In retrospect, I regard the performance as a neo-Marxian critique of the leisure class.

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Yep... if I get to the finals, kaufman is gonna wipe the proverbial floor with me. o_O

Hahahahahaha.

This remindeth me of a Chaucer pome:

[i]In a somer sesun
whenne softe was the sonne
I killed a lyttle byrde
And I ayte it on a bonne
[/i]

(actual funny humor courtesy of Dave Barry)

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Kids today. Next thing you know they'll be showing up at Civil War reenactments in war paint and loincloths while sporting bows and arrows. What's next? Taking car bombs to Riverdance?

(Yes, I know better; go back to sleep, Dr. Pedantic)

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You just like saying "sacks."

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But remember this time! It's pillage, rape and burn!

Not rape, pillage, rape, rape, sleep, rape, eat, pillage, rape and burn!

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"Jelly-belly gigglin, dancin and a-wigglin, honey that's the way I am!" Janice the Muppet

*sigh* I knew I loved you guys for a reason.

"This is Valhalla?? But..but..THEY'RE...CHILDREN"

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Women are fisher's of men because we all know.... The small ones you throw back. The medium ones you eat. The large ones you mount.

You got that right. Sacks.

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100 pounds of shit in a 25 pound sack.