1. A bow tie 2. A fez 3. A knife. These are some of the things I got that demonstrate my epic personality.
As a scout I go camping a lot, and this time I went winter camping. As a Viking from the cold areas of the North I was ready for snow up to your waist and bitter cold winds. And as a Wise Viking I packed appropriately. I arrived and it was an open plain, no wind and 50 degree weather. Wow. Well, that night it snowed for half of the night, then rained the rest. The next morning there on the ground was a rabid BADGER... Just kidding there was a layer of snowy ice all around. Then I tried to make pancakes (one of which was a triangular prism.)
That leads me to another subject, food. All Vikings love food, however we can't make the simplest foods. I can't cook pancakes, and especially cake. Don't believe me? Look at the remnants of "The Cake" (cue dramatic music)
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Shriek! That is scary even for me! Well, I would prefer if you did not sue me for the heart attack I might of caused because of this photo. That was one cake not even Tiki would eat.
I am proud to say that there are 722 views on my blog. Tiki is proud, too. He is on the hunt for full refigerators so be on the look out because he might just be lurking in your kitchen right now...
Anyways, the Super Bowl is coming up and everyone is excited to sit and watch football while snacking, except for me and my Viking clan. I don't because they changed it from the original Viking way. We still play it as our ancestors played it, with heavy armour and battle axes. The ball of course was the same basic shape just made with plutonium. If you held it too long you would morph into a monster of unspeakable hairy-ness. Let's not even go there.
I need to hunt for meat so until our next meeting bye from the Viking in the fez and bow tie.
