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!
