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Blank all-right... I was just thinking (it hurts, so I'll stop it in a minute): how on earth can you do a dobie of this one ?!
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Thor - Short for "The Hijinks of Ralph." Ralph was and is a time-traveling angsty teenager, who is responsible to most of the catastrophic events known to man.
He influenced Satan in the Garden of Eden (who was really just a good guy who had a disagreement with God beforehand), fed beans into Mt. Vesuvius, causing the destruction of Pompeii, and he was solely responsible for The West Virginia Computer Crash of 1986.
Ralphie is also responsible for the smaller disasters of life. While not on the catastrophic scale of worldwide plague, these evils hit individual people, or all people on a small scale. These include:
-Toilet Paper that falls the wrong way -All of the Darwin Awards -Michael Jackson -Macaulay Culkin -Static Electricity
Ralphie's works can eb indentified by his trademark "signature," a single atom of Element 333, "Disastrous," left behind in the rubble.
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Wow, it was hard to find this. I'm going to add some meaningless posts so that at least we can click on "1".
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Whose woods these are I think I know His house is in the village though He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow
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My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year
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He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake
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These woods are lovely, dark and deep But I have promises to keep And miles to go before I sleep And miles to go before I sleep
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'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe All mimsy were the borogoves And the mome wraths outgrabe
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Beware the jabberwock, my son The jaws that bite, the claws that catch Beware the jubjub bird, and shun That frumious bandersnatch
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He took his vorpal sword in hand Long time the manxome foe he sought Till rested he by tumtum tree And stood awhile and thought
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And as in uffish thougt he stood The Jabberwock with eyes of flame Came whiffling through the tugley wood And burbled as it came
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One two one two, and through and through The vorpal blade went snicker snack He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back
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And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy Oh frabjous day, callooh, callay He chortled in his joy
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'Twas brillig and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe All mimsy were the borogoves And the mome wraths outgrabe
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Once upon a midnight dreary While I pondered weak and weary Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore
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And I'm writing this off to mass hallucination on all of your parts. I'm completely sane, thank you very much.
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Ah, distinctly I remember It was in the bleak december And each seperate dying ember Wrought its ghost upon the floor
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Ah, distinctly I remember It was in the bleak december And each seperate dying ember Wrought its ghost upon the floor
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