I am pulling the poll pretty soon so everyone hurry up and finish voting. Please don't vote twice because that throws of the results. I have no control over this at the moment so everyone's honesty is are last hope to have a fair and representative poll. As you know I am a social scientist and polls and surveys are one of my areas of expertise so please take this seriously so I can aggregate the data and come up with some solid findings that I can bring to the attention of the press. Just scroll on down and vote. Yes, even you billy!

I was just browsing through some of the old comments and I stumbled upon a certain comment...from a certain homosexual...that made me take a step back and remember why we, as The Good Flame, do what we do. This homosexual is the catalyst that set free the wrath of the flame. I couldn't help but smile when I read it. His happy existence was destroyed by tbone, tobias, wally b, franklin, paris hilton, and the rest of The Good Flame army. It always makes me smile when I see how we start, nothing but a bunch of white goo from our father and a ravishing orgasm from our mother, and see were we all end up. We end up ruling the blogging community with an iron fucking fist! Yes! A fucking fist!
Thanks billy, thanks mike, thanks chiefy, and thanks to everyone we will run into in the future. I love you all!
Oh, I almost forgot, here is the comment that the homosexual left that started it all:

Tell a friend you have bean Bill Sardelled!

www.tmancensored.blogspot.com has just made my list. On Mikey J's site, I told a friend of his that I fucked his mama. He took great exception to it, as well as Mikey J. So much so, that MJ left a post about how if I threaten to have sex or have had sex with one of his friends than he'll block me from his site and tell his friends to block me to. But I found a loophole. He didn't say I couldn't go to Tman's shlog (shitty blog) and tell him that I FUCKED HIS MAMA!!!

Tobias here, welcoming the newest member of our army: First Colnol Daniel. Welcome, Colnol. We attack 90percenttrue.com at O, whenever we get around to it. Also, you haven't been kicked off bastardsinc.blogs.com yet, so give that a try, and if you make refrence to The Good Flame or call him a Pigfucker, he'll probably just kick you off too. Also, your own personal mission is to find a new enemy to attack.

Mike Jericho had been supreme dictator of the world for three days, and already his army lay crushed at his feet. He looked at the mob amassed in front of him as a deer looks into headlights. He knew it was no good to run, but he tried anyway. He fell when a civilian's war pizza-cutter found it's mark inbetween Mike's shoulder blades. "Of all the weapons to kill me," whispered Mike, "thank God it was a pizza-cutter." And with that, he died. Nobody cared.

Tbone here, with a new feature I call "Tbone's Cooking Corner." Now, when you're entertaining guests, remember the three P's. Presentation, presentation, presentation. Ha ha, that was highly amusing, feel free to use that one. Here's a fun dish you can try after dinner's done, and everyone's started their coffee. Rat Poison.

Here it is folks. Honesty is appreciated

You think we are joking about the power of the frogs. We are the men who will lead you to freedom. Remember this when the politicians tell you to worry about "serious issues" like welfare, taxes, and paved roads.

I may be fishing here but I think we may be the best band since the electric light orchestra.

Zelnar breathed in the fresh air that one can only breath on the beach. He knew it would be one of several last breaths he could enjoy untill he must leave Persalia. No Florning had ever considered leaving Persalia untill this day. But Zelnar saw himself as something of a Messiah. He knew that he could not survive long off his own island, but the historians would cast his life in the light of one who was a hero or martar. Either way, when he was gone, he would be remembered. For better or worse, his legacy would be cast in stone within the next few minutes. Zelnar focused his mind, and he spoke the words of magic. His rounded teeth grew sharp, sharp enough to pierce flesh, sharp enough to pierce stone. High noon was a traditional time for the Florning to pay homage to Crock Chief, the Lesser (You see, after the world's first war, Frog Chief was put in charge of keeping the dragon egg safe, and Crock Chief was put in charge of keeping the prophecy). The keepers of the prophecy, The Florning, were made without ill intent. Which is exactly why this freak of nature Zelnar, the most twisted and evil of all Florning, was able to even think about stealing the massive Rock of Melzar.
................to be continued.........

Well, I have a very exciting anouncment! Cheif BAstard has re-vamped his site and even changed some of his subject matter. Check it out! I wouldn't say that I could agree with him on the issue but he better stay away from my family. A child molester with guns? Only in the southern hemisphere. Thanks to mike for the heads up!

I remember way back when, there was a guy who came down and saved us from our sins, but it wasn't 'till we nailed him to that great big cross that we found out he came down from the great big boss. I felt like an asshole then, because he damned me to the firey den and I'll never see the pearly gates or pearly walls, all because I cut off his balls.

Are you Good Flame retarded? Ha ha, I'm funny. So......... what's up with you guys? Anything new? Me neither. Hummm... I like Tyler's cooking stories, maybe that could be a feature on the ol' blog. Blog blogitty blog blog blog. Ummm......Chicken Ass. Ha ha, they just keep comin'. Hmmm....... Wallace is good at betrayal. All I'm sayin' is every time Wallace is around, Satan is nowhere to be found, and when Satan's hanging out, Wallace is AWOL. That's all I'm sayin'. You bastard. Hmmmm..... Maybe Tyler could come up with a fun shish-ka-bob dish. I love shish-ka-bob. Unless Wallace makes it. Then it's hellfood.

I've got nuts
I've got balls
I feel squishy
I feel ashamed

That's a poem I wrote from the perspective of any woman who's ever been gang-banged by a group who isn't The Good Flame.

I've got walnuts
I've got softballs
I feel squishy
I feel like a soda

That's a poem I wrote about women who've been on the receiving end of a Good Flame gang-bang.

Condy Rice is a chimo in every sense of the word. Her testimony was mostly a joke. If that PDB had been a "historical" document, it would have been called "Bin Laden USED TO BE determined to attack inside the U.S." Also, the "president's" press conference last night proved to me that this guy doesn't have a fucking clue. He certainly can't answer a direct question with a direct answer. I think everyone needs to register to vote and put Kerry in the White House. I serioulsy believe the lives of every American will be adversely affected if Bush scams another win. By the by, Tobias here.

Tobias here, I was just surfing the web when I went to britneyspears.com. Now, you'll be just as suprised as me to learn that she owns a copy of The Good Flame's brand new full length CD. Evidently, she's such a fan that she has pledged to live a life of celibicy untill such time that members of The Good Flame themselves pop that cherry. We, The Good Flame are used to such behavior from women, however none so famous as Ms. Spears. From what I understand, she's single now. The Good Flame shall make her triple, if you catch my drift. You can read her 5 page rant on how much she loves us at www.britneyspears.com/interviews/obsessions/thegoodflame.com

I love pizza

I was surfing the world wide web and I was happy to discover a mention of The Good Flame. Check out the whole interview and see what is in this musician's cd player. Check it out!

The Florning had kept the Rock of Melzar safe and secret for thousands and thousands of years. It was the species' sole porpouse in life was to protecet and maintain it. That's why it was taking Zelnar so long to muster up the strength to steal it. The Rock of Melzar gave the Florning their magic. Should the rock be taken from their little island of Persalia, only the one closest to it would be able to call on it's power. The Florning were a strange breed of beast. The body of a lizard, the beak of an eagle, the hooves of a horse, eyes twice the size of their heads, and they reached the size of a labrador. The power of speech was given to them through the Rock of Melzar. Zelnar had been outcast by his fellow Florning. He preached crazy ideas about leaving Persalia and taking the Rock with them. The Florning, he reasoned, would be the dominate lifeform on the planet should they use their power to their advantage. Lizard the Wizard, the only Florning who could not die and also their leader, warned Zelnar he would be beheaded should he continue to poison the minds of the Florning. But so sure was Zelnar that he was right, he could not be stopped. That morning Zelnar had made his final speech to anyone who would listen. He ranted about the supierority of Florning, he demanded they take their rightful place in the world. Passing Florning who were frightened by Zelnar's message alerted Lizard the Wizard to Zelnar's attempted upheaval. Immediatly the gaurds were sent after him. Zelnar reached deep inside himself, and began to chant the words of magic. He felt the icy sensation of water dripping down his back and up his spine, he was invisble. Zelnar made a mad dash tworads the coast, avoiding his capture, and his demise. But when Zelnar made it to the ocean, he realized there was no way off the island without magic. And there was no magic without the Rock of Melzar. That's when a plot developed in his mind. Zelnar would take the Rock for himself, and he would flee Persalia. He would then be the lone Florning who possesed magic, and when he returned, he would be made leader.

....................to be continued.

Dear Reader,
I snogged three mothers today.
Signed,
Tobias

The day's work was done. Now came the time of day at the Ribbit Inn that The Good Flame reserved for binge drinking. Tobias had made a trip to Monkton to buy supplies for the rest of the week. Tyler and Wallace had filled their steins to the top and they wasted no time in gulping them down. Tyler was refiling their cups when he noticed Wallace staring out the window thoughtfully. "What's up?" he asked. Wallace sighed a mighty sigh, he grabed his stein back from Tyler and spoke.
"It's the Alpha Frogs," he began, "I've noticed that they're beginning to lose their zeal. I think the time may be coming for them to step down and pass on their powers." Tyler was confused at Wallace's dismay. It had been The Good Flame's dream as long as they had been together to one day take over leadership of their sect of the Frog Cult. There had always been three Alphas, and there were three of them. It had always seemed their destiny.
"Well that's a good thing isn't it? This is what we've been waiting for, right?"
"Yes and no," said Wallace, "We've been preparing for this for years, but I think we may have overlooked something that we are now unprepared for." Tyler couldn't think for the life of him what Wallace could mean. As far as he knew, they had prepared for every scenario possible. "I think Jenk and his goons have a hidden agenda. I think they're going to challenge us for the Alphaship." That made sense to Tyler. Jenk had always been their worst enemy and greatest rival. He would run out of pure spite.
"Well there's not too much we can do about it tonight, is there?" asked Tyler, "I suggest we go to bed and give it some serious thought tomorrow." Wallace agreed, and so they went to sleep.
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Tobias had been shot with an arrow that came at him from the west, in the thick of the forest. His left arm was bleeding freely, and his focus was fading. He tried to speak to a blur he assumed was a crouched person, leaning closer and closer to him. Tobias knew his mouth was making sounds, but he couldn't make out his own speech. The head of the person came closer and closer. The first thing that gave it away was the whiskers Tobias felt brush his cheek. The second clue was the dialect that only the fusa use. Tobias could here bits and pieces of what was being said. "........very fresh, is he?"
".....enough for me....."
"....smells rotten....."
"Leave him. He's probably been here long enough to pick up some sort of diseaese. He won't make you full, just sick." And then Tobias was sure, a pack of what Tyler had always described as "mongoose on steriods," the fusa, had almost made him their evening repass. Only his rotting flesh had saved him. And then darkness took him.

I've been ordered to apologize to Chiefy the Coward (Pigfucker). Well, I'm sorry I made you bleed from your ass while I moved my hips in a circular motion. You told me to go in and out only, but I got a wee bit overzealous. And by the by, Chiefy the Coward writes words and words and words. But he always avoids the subject that defeated him in this war to begin with: his cowardice. "I'm going to kil you, bla bla bla." "They won't find the bodies, talkity talkity talkity." "I like cock, gurgle gurgle gurgle." It's the same shit over and over and over and over and over. But we defeated you, Chiefy the Coward. You can't bounce back. And even if you could kill me (which you're obviously too cowardly to do without a gun), The Good Flame would grow stronger. You can't beat a band who's unbeatable, Pigfucker. Go fuck a pig.

Looks like Good Flame mania is sweeping the world. If you would like an official good flame target please send us your address via email.. Thanks for the support!

Now why is it that people keep coming to our fun little blog and making mean remarks? It's not like I went to their websites and left nasty comments. I mean, what would make a person so mean that they would do something like that? Attack a totally innocent person. For shame.