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I think the poster is a weak scrawny arrogant little cheese dick who needs a good American ass wooping
it was the usa,although it wasn`t a country,they were still the best
it was the americans,doesn`t fucking matter if they weren`t around,they were the bestest
One skald, two skald,
Young skald, dead skald.
This one wrote a mighty ode.
This one took his ship and rowed.
Say! What a long way he rowed!
Yes, some are young and some are dead.
Some are very seldom read.
Some are sad. And some are glad.
And some are very, very bad.
Who was the saddest, baddest one?
His name was Egil -- Skallagrim's son.
Egil was a cranky one.
He killed people just for fun!
When Egil was a boy, his dad
Said, Never, ever make him mad.
Egil did not like to lose
And those who beat him got contused.
The other boys let Egil win
So that he would not do them in.
Mom said, Our son is brave and true,
But dad did not know _what_ to do.
What will he ever do for work?
Don't fret, said Mom -- he'll go berserk.
Egil's brother Thorolfur
Was handsomer than him by far.
Egil and his brother fought
They fought an awful, awful lot.
Thorolfur would always say,
I wish that you would go away.
I do not like you, Skallagrimsson.
I do not like what you have done.
I think you really are a skunk
And even worse when you are drunk!
They fought and fought and fought and fought.
The more they fought, the worse it got.
... And when Egil and his brother fight
It's called a nasty Norsky battle
And when they battle in a hurry,
It's a nasty hasty Norsky battle.
And when nasty hasty Norskies battle
With paddles in a murky puddle,
They soon get in an awful muddle:
A nasty hasty Norsky murky puddle paddle battle.
And soon each other they are striking
Til dad says, Time to go a'viking!
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