Before there was rythym and music, and long before time itself, there was something different. It was a power, a life force, a shining beacon to the world. There was hope.
Years later, a
baby emerged from a womb. As a boy, Danky
Dan didn't realize his potential as a revolutionary, as a idol, as a
man. He would later learn that his life was sacred, his time precious, his dreams a reality, and his Dankyness, supreme.
Cold, clammy, sweaty and wet. His hands sticky, his complexion pale and pasty. A
man of prowess and
grace, Danky
Dan, the Dankiest of Boys, would enter our lives forever.
Danky
Dan is a danky, danky boy, whose sole mission is to just straight dank it, everyday and night, until the day of reckoning arrives. Full blown dankin' from Monday to Sunday, awaiting his Judgment Day and holding in his sweaty, clammy hands, the fate of us all.
Dank on Danky
Dan, Dank on.
Private Schultz : We've got a real dill of a pickle here, Sarge!
Sergeant Davies: Don't you kiss your ass goodbye
yet, private! Danky
Dan is on his way with a whole can of whoop ass and plenty of danky dank to
boot!