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!
