Roly: Knock, knock!
Poly: Who’s there?
Roly: Boris.
Poly: I’m sorry, I do not know a Boris.
Roly: … No.  You are supposed to say, “Boris who?”.
Poly: Why are you trying to tell me what to do?
Roly: This is just a joke.
Poly: I don’t think this is very funny.
Roly: Will you please just play along?
Poly: No.  I don’t know who you are Boris.  Why would I trust you?  Are you Russian mafia?
Roly: What?  No!  Why would you even…
Poly: I bet you are Russian mafia.
Roly: Would you just calm down?
Poly: No, you calm down.
Roly: Listen, this was supposed to be fun.
Poly: Fun for who?  You?!
Roly: Why are you being so crazy?!
Poly: (Tazes Roly.) Who’s crazy now, Boris?  Jokes on you.  (Walks away leaving his lifelong friend, Roly, in a convulsing heap.)

Nothing big to say.  This photo just made me laugh.
I mean, just look at that face…

Back in the day, I used to own all of Stryper’s cassettes.  I knew all of their lyrics and their face-melting guitar riffs.  After watching this video (you don’t have to view the whole thing to get the gist), it made me want to be a soldier just like them — yellow and black spandex, screaming fans, life on the road as well as lots of Chinese take-out.  All for the Glory of God.  Thanks Stryper.

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