as much as i'd love to, i could never be a viking.
the guilt from a good day of plundering would keep me awake at night for sure.
i mean, i'm still haunted by the time i plundered old man dingley's front yard, just up the road a bit, with garbage on mischief night.
and that was like, what, a week ago?
i'm afraid going full metal nordic is completely out of the question.