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Some of you, my loyal readers, have been reading my words of wit and almost wisdom for a few years now, yet not one of you caught on to the unstable reference I made in my last article to Thumper’s main squeeze Dale, who I hoped didn’t know a farmer, but at least he didn’t have one in him nor was he singing “Hi-Ho-the-Derry-O” when they came to camp!

Come ON people, what the hell? I know that you look forward to reading my articles and having your mind twisted and deformed for a few minutes each time, so how is it that you didn’t catch on to my twisted version of “The Farmer’s In The Dell” song? Just switch Dell with Dale and you have; “The Farmer’s In The Dale, The Farmer’s In The Dale, Hi-Ho-the-Derry-O, The Farmer’s In The Dale”, now do you get it? And I wasn’t making any gay or sexual reference either, it was just a rather twisted moment that I had, and wanted to share it with you, but it’s not so damn funny now is it! Sheesh I’m getting worried about you guys, we just might have to have a twisted cranial grey matter intervention!

I’m not kidding either!

One of the best ways to introduce a twisted cranial grey matter intervention is with story tellin. Campfire gatherings are one of the best times for a tellin, but no one seems able to tell a good story anymore, instead it’s all drunken slurs about things nobody is going to remember! So I’m going to make one up for you right now, this very moment, it’ll be a Snarp Farkle original just for you, my loyal readers, so try not to blow it this time![/ezcol_1half]

Pay attention, please and thank you, and you may wrap your head with duct tape if you’re getting nervous about your head exploding!

Once upon a time in the weird days of old, there was a strange story that could never be told, no one was able to utter a word, when the time for the strange story, was to be heard, “Una-bee-queeven” is all they could say, and each time it was declared, to be a very strange day. Kings and sages, magicians and mages, all tried to speak, the words on the pages, but “Una-bee-queeven” is all they could say, and again it was declared, to be a very strange day.

A decree went out, all over the land, tell the strange story, was its demand. Rich men and poor men all tried but in vain, to tell the strange story and were driven insane, “Una-bee-queeven” is all they could say, and each time declared, to be a very strange day. Wise men were summoned and given the task, to decipher the strange story but never to ask, what is the reason for a story so strange, that trying to speak it will cause the words to change, though the answer is simple and easily given, all they will hear is… “Una-bee-queeven”

Now brush your teeth and go to bed!

~Snarp
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