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Once upon a time, in the golden age of rm-rf Korea, there was a young nobleman by the name of Bonar de Jacconne. He was of those storied dragonborn puppy, and he lived high atop a mountain which has since been immortalized in Minecraft effigy.
He one time was able to revive old threads at the wave of a PuppiePuppiePuppie.
The crapyclawn.net domain required no maintenance if he was present.
Elderly women crossed many streets safely, in heavy traffic, when he was in town.
No Underscore found it necessary to marry another Underscore, or Far Eastern Maiden, or Texan, while B.J. was dwelling among us.
EA never released a bad, terrible, fully unsupported Battlefield title in the years of his presence.
Glim knew many of the Counterstrike maps and did not need to be babied along and told which end of the gun bullets come out of, as a direct result of Bon.Jack and his illimitable vibrance.
No one ever told a Chuck Norris joke, because Chuck Norris was not funny/tough/manly until B.Jack departed.
He was not, and never shall be, a puppie
The reign of Boner J. was sparkling, philanthropic, brilliant, and over too soon, much like the last time many of us had puppies.
We still shed tears, we still pour out a lil' splash of Dime's Old Fashioned, when we think of him.
There's nothing left to remind us, but the memory of his lawl, so take a look at us now.
The End.
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Brandon
Last edited by Glimfeather on Thu Sep 02, 2021 9:02 am, edited 1 time in total.
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