In the beginning there was darkness, and verily did God look to Old Knudsen the basest and most vile of his Angels and he said, "Old Knudsen, I'm fucking stumped man, what goes well with darkness?" Old Knudsen scratched under his cap and thought, "good arse I thought you were dead" he said as he lifted his leg to let off a heavenly fart, "what about light?" God frowned and replied, "I've been putting on the pounds a bit and darkness is so slimming", getting frustrated Old Knudsen doth said, "ok ya big nelly how about a bit of light and a bit of dark, like Guinness but not so minging? you'll no doubt lose the belly soon, a fit lad like yerself. " God was greatly pleased and made it so and took the credit, little did he know it would cause things to grow then he'd have to invent humans to mow the grass and giraffes to eat the tree leaves, but Old Knudsen knew, hes a canny smart Ulster/Scots Angel.
In helping with creating the world and designing weemen's tits God gave Old Knudsen, Knudsen Nation which contains the most fair of all the people, well the most deluded at least.
Put yer name in the comments below to be considered for Knudsen Nation. If accepted (I'm not picky) you will be honoured with a post containing a few nice words and a link if you have somewhere to link too.
In helping with creating the world and designing weemen's tits God gave Old Knudsen, Knudsen Nation which contains the most fair of all the people, well the most deluded at least.
Put yer name in the comments below to be considered for Knudsen Nation. If accepted (I'm not picky) you will be honoured with a post containing a few nice words and a link if you have somewhere to link too.
One day the spaceship from Bitorian shall cum and beam us up and we shall be immortal.
Some images of Knudsenites are an approximation for security purposes or how I imagine them to look.
The nation is only open to those I know and slighty trust or those who gain my trust, I can't go letting spies and such into it.