Whipped cream is the name of this site if you haven't got it yet... However lets start from the beginning.
As you all know, there is a guy called Indiana Jones. He has a preposteroures big whip.
Anyway, some years ago I was fishing outside the coast of Madagaskar, for some old sturgeons, when suddenly this middle-aged man crawles onboard my boat... He introduced himself as Dr. Jones.
Dr. Jones told me this outrageous story about some strange kind of people he'd met at a coctailparty. There he stood talking about this and that when suddenly this oversized sturgeon got himself a big bite of the lute and decided to swim back to the black sea with it.
Not foreign to this kind of situations, Dr. Jones pulls out his whip, throws it at the fish, which catches the whip with grace and decides for a second time to leave this place.
When Dr. Jones realizes his mistake, he jumps into the water and swims out to the horrified fish and bangs it's head with his handmade head-banger.
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The fish knocks out cold and a very delighted Dr. Jones swims back to the boat with his nearly-to-be-lost-whip, one dead fish and the confident smile of a man who just whacked a fish in the head.
Safely back on the boat, we discover that the sturgeon, was in fact a goldish-creamy-sturgeon. In happiness we sailed off to land.
Later on that peculiar day, we found ourselves heading to the Washington Herald to let them have their share of this fantastic scoop. They laughed so hard that our faces turned to craters.
In deep depression, Dr. Jones left to another adventure. His gift to me was his world famous whip. I never saw him after that...
Some years later, I was working on an idea for a electronic newspaper, but I couldn't come up with a good name....
I went home to think in peace and quiet. And there, right in my livingroom, was the trophy of the goldish-creamy-sturgeon hanging on the wall.
Bingo, there you have it! Whipped cream'
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