KYBOY
08-27-2009, 02:42 PM
My sister sent this to me. You may have read it. Pretty funny...
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{If you don't already know SCA is the Society for Creative Anachronism -
medieval reenactment} In other words they are an international organization dedicated to researching and re-creating pre-17th-century European history
One of my friends lives in NYC and participates in the SCA. He's
stereotypical Viking, 6'7" tall, LONG blonde hair, about 350 - 400 lbs of
solid muscle, and looks every bit of it. Well, he was going to a meet in
full getup with long cloak and battle axe and sitting on the subway...
hunched over leaning on the axe with the cloak pulled over it so he
wouldn't scare anybody.
Lo and behold some little punk comes up... MAYBE 5'2", 120 lbs soaking
wet, and brandishes a knife saying "GIMME YOUR MONEY!" Naturally the guy
sits there, somewhat befuddled at the balls of this punk.
"GIMME YOUR *bleepin* MONEY OR ELSE!" and the guy stands up... and up...
and UP. Raising the battle axe over his head, screaming at the top of his
lungs "BLOOD FOR ODIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
At this point, the fellow passengers learn the true sound of terror.
Not a scream, no curses, just a simple little "urk" as the guy leaves a
wet spot as he's bolting for anywhere but there.
A couple weeks later our friend is at a club in the men's room, doing what
all guys do when they've had a bit of ale, and looks over and at the next
stall is that SAME PUNK!
Up for a bit of a laugh, the guy leans over, and quietly whispers in the
dude's ear "Blood for Odin!"
The cops catch up with him a couple blocks away.. screaming bloody murder,
running like the hounds of hell are after him, with his pants around his
ankles.
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{If you don't already know SCA is the Society for Creative Anachronism -
medieval reenactment} In other words they are an international organization dedicated to researching and re-creating pre-17th-century European history
One of my friends lives in NYC and participates in the SCA. He's
stereotypical Viking, 6'7" tall, LONG blonde hair, about 350 - 400 lbs of
solid muscle, and looks every bit of it. Well, he was going to a meet in
full getup with long cloak and battle axe and sitting on the subway...
hunched over leaning on the axe with the cloak pulled over it so he
wouldn't scare anybody.
Lo and behold some little punk comes up... MAYBE 5'2", 120 lbs soaking
wet, and brandishes a knife saying "GIMME YOUR MONEY!" Naturally the guy
sits there, somewhat befuddled at the balls of this punk.
"GIMME YOUR *bleepin* MONEY OR ELSE!" and the guy stands up... and up...
and UP. Raising the battle axe over his head, screaming at the top of his
lungs "BLOOD FOR ODIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
At this point, the fellow passengers learn the true sound of terror.
Not a scream, no curses, just a simple little "urk" as the guy leaves a
wet spot as he's bolting for anywhere but there.
A couple weeks later our friend is at a club in the men's room, doing what
all guys do when they've had a bit of ale, and looks over and at the next
stall is that SAME PUNK!
Up for a bit of a laugh, the guy leans over, and quietly whispers in the
dude's ear "Blood for Odin!"
The cops catch up with him a couple blocks away.. screaming bloody murder,
running like the hounds of hell are after him, with his pants around his
ankles.