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December 11, 2006

David: Eski-Mafia

“We got a problem, Don Muklukbuknuk,” said the henchman.

“What is it, Chukbuknukluk?”

“It’s dat diamond merchant, Bukmukshukpuk. He missed his payment again. Dat makes three.”

Don Muklukbuknuk sighed regretfully. “Take Schmukbukrukluk and go put him on ice.”

“On ice, boss?”

“Yeah, you got a problem wit’ dat?”

“No, boss. But, we live above the Arctic Circle. Pretty much everyone’s on ice already.”

Don Muklukbuknuk shook his head. “I’m workin’ wit’ morons. Whaddaya think I mean when I say, ‘Put him on ice’? Put da bum on an ice floe and push ‘im out ta sea.”

“You got it, boss.”

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Comments

Did your fingers get all knotted together writing those names? =)

Posted by: Laieanna at December 11, 2006 3:33 PM · Permalink

This is priceless! Don Muklukbuknuk!

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at December 11, 2006 4:45 PM · Permalink

I had a list of syllables in my mind, and threw them together randomly to make the names.

I only regret not having enough room to make the joke where Don Muklukbuknuk gets confused with the names and accidentally calls a hit on himself.

Posted by: David at December 11, 2006 4:58 PM · Permalink