You shouldn’t ask yourself such worthless questions. Aim higher. Try this: why am I here? Why do I exist, and what is my purpose in this universe?
(Answers: ‘Cause you are. ‘Cause you do. ‘Cause I got a shotgun, and you ain’t got one.) ***END MESSAGE***Born at the dawn of time under the rock known as Walter’s Brain, the Disciples of Bork, (and their more miltary offshoot, the Legion of Bork) is a bunch of losely welded together lunatics from all over the world who all serve the higher purpose of the meatball and its holy icon, The Swedish Chef. Calling us organized would be an affront to disorganized organizations all over the world, and calling us deranged would be… sort of correct.
OPERATIONAL POLICIES MISSING
ETA : TBD
Don’t be (too much of) and ass
Respect the meatball
Help your friends (or not)
Eat your greans
Have fun