I ate D. Bjorn's cape. Not only did it have the apostrophe in the wrong place, but it tasted sort of like Swedish Meatballs. Sans meat.

deebuhjorn is a man who enjoys his pickled eggo wapples in artificial maple vinegar catsdown. if you don't know what that means, then you'll have to ask his sister buhjork. she's the one dressed like a duck.

After Bjorn Borg got sold to the Turks for military reconnaisance purposes, I fell into despair. D.B saved me from the listless hell of wandering public library biographies. Thank you D.B. Mum baked you a big sheepcake. It's being shipped on Uncle Cod's yellow pea yacht.

i dont really understand this one!!! but he seems kindly enough to survive the human cull that will come!!!