Romanoffia
Garde à l'eau!
The travel log of the nation of Who Farted?.
Emperor Flatus Ignitus reports that after being totally noxious (literally and figuratively) in the region of Europeia, was unable to get the highly tolerant Delegate of that region to eject the nation of Who Farted. Europeia gets a 10 out of 10 rating for toleration flatulence in the region.
Emperor Flatus Ignitus is now standing on the Pulaski Sklyway, looking down upon Exit 15W of the New Jersey Turnpike. The east is New York City and Jersey City, and to the west is Newark, and to the south is beautiful Bayonne with oil refineries nestles on on the banks of the Kill Van Kull (a festering swamp that breeds botulism and cholera for you dining and dancing pleasure). And you thought Taco Bell was bad.
Everybody, sing the unofficial State Song of New Jersey!*
*(OOC - I actually know these guys who did this song)
[flash]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mskx6c1DULQ[/flash]
The Rolling Mills of New Jersey
(Roberts and Barrand)
Chorus:
When I die, bury me low
Where I can hear the petroleum flow.
A sweeter sound, I never did know
The rolling mills of New Jersey.
Down in Trenton, there is a bar
The bums, they come from near and from far
They come by truck, they come by car
The lousy bums of New Jersey
(Chorus)
Down in Hoboken, there will be
Garbage as far as the eye can see.
There's garbage for you, there's garbage for me.
The garbage dumps of New Jersey.
(Chorus)
When at last, I decided to roam,
Far away from my home in Bayonne.
I sat down, and wrote this poem.
I wrote an ode to New Jersey.
(Chorus)
Emperor Flatus Ignitus reports that after being totally noxious (literally and figuratively) in the region of Europeia, was unable to get the highly tolerant Delegate of that region to eject the nation of Who Farted. Europeia gets a 10 out of 10 rating for toleration flatulence in the region.
Emperor Flatus Ignitus is now standing on the Pulaski Sklyway, looking down upon Exit 15W of the New Jersey Turnpike. The east is New York City and Jersey City, and to the west is Newark, and to the south is beautiful Bayonne with oil refineries nestles on on the banks of the Kill Van Kull (a festering swamp that breeds botulism and cholera for you dining and dancing pleasure). And you thought Taco Bell was bad.
Everybody, sing the unofficial State Song of New Jersey!*
*(OOC - I actually know these guys who did this song)
[flash]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mskx6c1DULQ[/flash]
The Rolling Mills of New Jersey
(Roberts and Barrand)
Chorus:
When I die, bury me low
Where I can hear the petroleum flow.
A sweeter sound, I never did know
The rolling mills of New Jersey.
Down in Trenton, there is a bar
The bums, they come from near and from far
They come by truck, they come by car
The lousy bums of New Jersey
(Chorus)
Down in Hoboken, there will be
Garbage as far as the eye can see.
There's garbage for you, there's garbage for me.
The garbage dumps of New Jersey.
(Chorus)
When at last, I decided to roam,
Far away from my home in Bayonne.
I sat down, and wrote this poem.
I wrote an ode to New Jersey.
(Chorus)