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9:38 am | 24 February 2003 | Trogdor the Burninator I went back to G-Rap to visit the family this weekend, which was hilarious, as usual. Nightmonkey (my big-little brother) is really fearsomely good at his Gollum impersonation. This was him on Saturday night, trying to convince our mother (who, btw, was already wasted) to let him have a bottle of Woodchuck: He also shared this, which is totally important and exciting. "And then Strongbad smote the Kerrick and all was laid to burnination!" I gasped, cracking up, at the dinner table. The Tape Wizard isn't in on the joke. "I don't get it! What's a Kerrek? What does smote mean? Why the hell are you laughing??" "I'm a song from the sixties!" Nightmonkey announced, quoting some other character from that website. My mother laughed and laughed, smearing Nutella on a roll with voluptuous abandon. And poor Papa chewed his Shake-N-Baked chicken silently, no doubt hoping we would all shut the hell up very, very soon. clm.
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