Ragnar Lodbrok Day - March 28th

The coward thinks he’ll live forever if in battle he holds back
Spears have spared his limbs. His conscience on the rack
Face life’s challenges, expand your capabilities
Courage is needed, weakness is disease

I counsel you, swear no oath, but that what you espouse
Hang the liar, swing him high, villainous is he the wolf-of-vows
Truth in words, in actions and in deeds our way of life
Deceit only has a place twisted on the knife

Mutual is affection when we open up our hearts
Those whose words are always fair to honor we impart
Truth in words, in actions and in deeds our way to go
Malice is an evil, nobility to know

Find a friend you fully trust and wish for their good-willing
Exchanging thoughts and gifts, go often to their dwelling
Remain loyal to your belief and to your kith and kin
The benevolence of friendship, the great gift to be given

The newcomer needs fire when his knees are frozen numb
Meat and clean linen too, who fared from whence they come
Water too so they may wash, hand-cloths, a hearty welcome
Then courteous silence, for their elucidation

Early shall one rise who rules and set to work at once
The late sleeper will lose, wealth won by temperance
We must exercise resolve to uphold honor and the virtues
Discipline the key to find this personal will of values

Cattle die, kindred die, and every man is mortal
The good name of who did well will never pass the portal
We strive to be all we can be, honing our ability
To do less would be dishonoring of self and world and sea

A small hut is better, a man must master home
His heart bleeds in the beggar who asks for every bone
To stand, need no assistance is one of our ways
Be strong, have integrity, our goals are what we praise

Learn to sing them, Loddfafnir, will take you a long time
Help to understand them, take them from this rhyme
We must persist in actions, until all is found secure
Our path is not for the meek, we are strong and will endure

Ragnar was a pagan who claimed to be a direct descendant of the god Odin. One of his favorite strategies was to attack Christian cities on holy feast days, knowing that many soldiers would be in church

Don't fuck with us lion fodder

Repent.

Repent! Repent! Repent!

JEHOVAH You dozey twat.

jeeze, i wish you two would get a room. babbob, just offer sin to unveil some conspiracy theory about marmite and i bet he'll meet you back behind any bike shed in town. watch out for the tin hat. its pointy like. sin, well i reckon you can take care of yourself but badbob probably has dick cheney underoos, at least he does in my head, i'll give you a shiny euro for a photo. 2 euros if he's still in his trouser socks

You B•A•D girl. OK. It's a deal, it's a squeal. In fact, fuck it, it's sale of the fuckin' century. Now where's me axe?

Post something intelligent...or I will resurrect the Cat and Human Earwax thread...and believe me I'll do it!

...and just to piss BabBob The Meek off.

Anybody else planning to celebrate this year's Lodbrok Day?

sorry mate i thought you were on about this guy

So what exactly do the celebrations entail? (Not sure I want to know, though)