from all Hive whales who don't want to find themselves included in a subsequent poem entitled, "Big Pricks, Small Dicks."
Looking forward for that subsequent poem and contest. I bet the lyric must be a blast and I have the hunch that for my twisted sense of humor, that second contest might be easier than this to participate with a remote possibility to earn some of those succulent 100%, 50% and 25% upvotes from these whales.
Well, I dunno. That's just my impression! Hence, I'll wait for your opinion to half-ass know if my hunch is even accurate & feasible. };)
Por, your hunch is entirely incorrect.
You, more than anyone I've ever met, were born to sing "Rocking Out the Loot on Splinterlands." It is your Destiny.
Indeed, there's a part of the song which is practically a dedication to you:
😉 It doesn't need to be fancy (or even particularly good), it simply needs to be entertaining.
Here's a rendition of the original that sounds suspiciously like ... Elvis!
If you could do Elvis, I could turn that into a "conspiracy theory" so fast it would make your head spin. And Por, there's money in conspiracy.
When opportunity comes knocking ...
Oh! opportunity! That make sense indeed... in this specific context. };)
But I have to warn you that I've killed annoying flies from the distance just using the dreadful & out of tune singing of my voice when a few of them had been left inadvertently locked with me in the bathroom while I was more off guard sitting on my throne already in the middle of my royal chores.
And according to what you have described in the quote uncovering part of the story of my childhood and undercover intelligence-related activities. I can almost assure you that I will be more successful in that next "Big Pricks, Small Dicks" poem and contest, if you just turn it into a dance contest rather than a singing contest. Regardless if I have to imitate the voluptuous dance steps of my father Elvis while he sang or any other steps a little bit funkier. :D
Cheers! :)
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