Happy Birthday Ringdrotten

Due to some legal wranglings only the front page as arrived in Forumshire but we at the NotP are working ceaslessly (well for us) to bring you more of our sister publication before the days end-so stay tuned for updates as they reach us.

That's Orwell McOdo the Third's three master! I'm amazed you got a photo, NotP! It was taken the last time it sailed from Skattykatzenfjord - in search of some strange wings or something! It was never seen again... (Though depends on which Parallel Universe of Forumshire we're talking about ).

And Happy Birthday Ringdrotten. If anyone derserved to get older, you do!

Happy birthday! I forgot just how old you are. Enjoy the next year - and the next decade - of your life!

Gratulerer med 20 års dagen!!




Verdans Ren? What on earth...?
I thought the nice man with the note pad was genuinely interested in me.
Oh well. He's sleeping with the herrings now (the fisk, not Nora and Ringo, that would be absurd).

Happy Birthday Ringo!

"May the candles on your cake
Burn like cities in your wake
Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday"

--from the renamed Viking Birthday Song.

If you haven't noticed yet, it's all downhill from about age 12, as we're happy to do you the favor of reminding you.

Happy Birthday!

-Nigel

{{{I have simply GOT to dig up some flowers to get back on the right side of Constable Mirabella, getting really tired of the sunglass bit}}}

Gratulerer med dagen !! ^_^
have fun with whatever you're doing

Ringo prorects Forumshire from Smaug.

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halfwise wrote:"(...)

{{{I have simply GOT to dig up some flowers to get back on the right side of Constable Mirabella, getting really tired of the sunglass bit}}}

{{{Well, Nigel, How about or perhaps ? }}}

Thanks everyone Had a nice day so far, though I've yet to see any presents Looking forward to the rest of the NotP edition, Petty

Amarië wrote:

{{{Well, Nigel, How about or perhaps ? }}}

Wherever do you find these things?

Ringdrotten wrote:Thanks everyone Had a nice day so far, though I've yet to see any presents Looking forward to the rest of the NotP edition, Petty

no presents

halfwise wrote:

Amarië wrote:

{{{Well, Nigel, How about or perhaps ? }}}

Wherever do you find these things?

Oh that is simple. I'm stealing them from mommy forum I'm a member of. I'd give you the link, but there are some slightly naughty ones and.. well... I feel I need to protect the members here from themselves.

(Though you can also google and sort by icons. Copy the image address of a smiley you like and post it as a picture.)

Norc wrote:

Ringdrotten wrote:Thanks everyone Had a nice day so far, though I've yet to see any presents Looking forward to the rest of the NotP edition, Petty

no presents

That is so true! Poor poor Ringdrotten... Here you go!

Mange takk

Skulle no berre mangle. Kjekt at du stakk innom!

Hot of the boat! (NotP would like to say that due extreme drunkeness there may have been a few liberties taken- but then whats new?!)

Gold, Petty - sheer gold!

Happy Birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Perhaps I can make you Mayor of SOMEwhere, considering it's your birthday
Hmmmm, I know! You can be the Ringdrotten the Shipwright! I'll give you the Grey Havens to protect! Sure, hardly anyone ever goes there and you'll only really see me or Beren most of the time, but it's still a position of respectability

THE HUNTING OF THE FISK


It were the very best of times -
No, the very worst of times,
The weather was quite shithouse,
So cold and with so very little wine.

Ringo was born in a small
Ice-block house very like an igloo;
Oh what a joyous sight it was,
When he slid out all a‘goo.

His old Da cried: “This boy will be
Famed throughout the land,
One day he’ll hunt the dreaded fisk
And be beloved by every man!"

And of course, he was right,
His gay old prancy Da,
And by the time he was nineteen,
That boy had ventured far.

One cool calm day he sailed out,
With a crew of favorite boy friends,
“I plan to catch the biggest fisk,” he said,
And it won’t be ‘íf’ but ‘when’!

"Oh fisk herrings of great size,
I will hunt you day and night,
I might even catch one of your maids -
and marry her - I might!"

(Which made his boy friends laugh
I'll tell you now -
And flick his curvaceous bottom
with a towel).

One especially frigid frozen night,
Ringo was in the crow nest,
When he saw a familiar plume
of water-froth out West.

"Fisk! Fisk!" he cried, "Ahoy! Ahoy!"
This down to his boys upon the poop,
"Is that someone fizzing above?"
asked a Cabin Boy named Luke.

"A boy? A boy?" asked the First Mate
an oiled lad, and tanned,
"Is he talking about a boy out paddling?
Or have we come in sight of land?"

"It's Ringo aloft," cried the Second Mate
"And he's saying he's seen a fisk -
but if it's a boy he sees swimming there,
Well, he's taking a great big risk,

"For aren't all fisk dangerous?
I mean the ones at least ten yards long?
With razor teeth and powerful tails,
That can whack you hard and strong!"

By this time, Ringo had slid down the mast,
And hearing them, he growled,
"I said there's a fisk in sight,
Set a course you stupid half-deaf crowd!"

And so the ship was turned to West
And the sails filled with wind,
And Ringo lent upon the prow ---
Oh what a gorgeous sight was him!

What with his tight buns and shapely legs,
And a naked torso that looked just great,
Come to think, it was a miracle,
That his crew could concentrate,

But concentrate they did (to a point)
Soon the fisk was close by, starboard,
And Ringo cast his harpoon out to strike
the fisk - and boy was it annoyed!

Frantically Ringo fought the pull,
Of that massive twenty yard fisk,
It shunted him here, it thrust him there,
Churning the salty foam like a whisk.

But after about four hours,
That fisk felt finally fucked,
And Ringo hauled him out on his harpoon
(He himself was close to bust).

"Hurrah!" his Fjordianandians cried,
"You've caught the biggest fisk weve seen,
And oh how the sweat upon your body
Makes your flesh so sweetly gleam!"

"This is a gay ol' day," Ringo cried,
"Let's get ourselve back to port,
I want to get a photograph,
And, for now, enough of saucy talk!"

And when they got their fisk to shore,
The crew held it up for inspection,
And a famous photograph was taken;
And later Ringo's statue made, a truly fine erection.

Wisey Banks as channelled from "Songs of Fjordianlandian Fisk Herring Hunting". (Third Ediion).

Yet another brilliant edition!

Priceless, Petty and Orwell My two finest (and only!) presents yet!

"And later Ringo's statue made, a truly fine erection."

One of your funniest last lines so far, Wisey

That was genius Wisey!

Classic bit of Channeling that Wisey- good to see Porgy letting you out again old mucker!

Ringdrotten although of course I am more than happy you enjoyed the NotP sister paper I have to say not to expect it too often -I know I get paid in buckie for being their paperboy but do you know how far Skattykatzenfjordland is to row there and back?

Haven't you heard of "Banks Eagle Post"? Even I know that. And it's not like I know all of his enterprises.. - excellent rates too, I hear...