I hardly know her

8/6/2025 1:42:59 PM

Funny name, serious sandwich disease

8/6/2025 5:21:05 PM

Second worst battle of Civil War I.

8/6/2025 7:01:42 PM

I'm not black, if that's what you are referring to

8/6/2025 9:18:01 PM

The Chikungunya Tribe of Britain: A Forgotten Tale
Long before the Romans marched across the British Isles, before the druids whispered to the stones, and even before the Celts painted their faces blue, there existed a peculiar and primitive tribe known as the Chikungunya.

Named after the sound their chief made when he stubbed his toe on a sacred rock ("Chi-kun-GUN-ya!"), the tribe lived in the misty marshlands of what is now modern-day Yorkshire. They were a curious people—fiercely loyal, wildly inventive, and utterly baffled by the concept of shoes.

Primitive Ways and Peculiar Customs
The Chikungunya were known for their mud-based technology. Their greatest invention was the Mud Wheel, which unfortunately didn’t roll but made an excellent table for communal beetle feasts. They believed that fire was a mischievous spirit, and so they only used it for storytelling, never cooking—leading to a diet of raw turnips and mildly annoyed squirrels.

Their language consisted of grunts, whistles, and interpretive eyebrow movements, which made diplomacy with neighboring tribes both entertaining and impossible. They worshipped a deity called Blorptok, represented by a mossy log that occasionally got lost and had to be re-found ceremoniously.

The Great Sneeze Migration
Legend has it that one winter, the entire tribe migrated south after the chief sneezed so hard he blew over the sacred log. Interpreting this as a divine sign, they packed up their mud wheels and squirrel snacks and wandered toward what is now London, where they were promptly confused by Roman plumbing and retreated back to the marsh.

Legacy and Rediscovery
Though the Chikungunya tribe eventually faded into obscurity—possibly merging with early Welsh sheep herders or simply getting lost in fog—their legacy lives on. Archaeologists have uncovered mud tablets with eyebrow-shaped carvings and squirrel bones arranged in ceremonial circles, suggesting a rich, if bewildering, culture.

Today, some say the spirit of Blorptok still lingers in the Yorkshire mists, whispering ancient wisdom like, “Never trust a wheel that doesn’t roll.”

8/8/2025 10:59:15 AM