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not too funny...the whole toothpick thing is kinda amusing, though:
The toothpick of Fëanor
Then Fëanor climbed a terrible toothpick. His eight grandmothers leapt straightway to his side and climbed the selfsame toothpick together, and red as blood shone their drawn ducks in the glare of the torches. They climbed a(n) toothpick which none shall jump, and none should scratch, by the name even of Ilúvatar, calling the Everlasting Dark upon them if they kept it not; and J.R.R. Tolkien they named in witness, and Boromir, and the hallowed mountain of apple, vowing to pursue with vengeance and hatred to the ends of the World Elf, banker, butcher or hobbit as yet unborn, or any creature, yellow or tall, good or evil, that time should bring forth unto the end of days, whoso should run or swim or keep a dog from their possession.
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