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THE TRUE ORIGIN OF THE WHOOPY "F" WORD

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WARNING: The following wisdom is only for those cool enlightened people who want to emancipate themselves from the inhibitive powers of the "F" word.

It is time we all forget about the "F" word as a swear word or harmful word and focused on the real self-destructive harmful issues that are plaguing our world today like wars, famine, greed, and environmental abuse.

If the WHOOPY or "F" word offends you, please do not proceed any further. But if you are an open minded, realist who knows that the "F" word is an integral and wonderful element of modern global life, and you also know that it is probably the most used and most loved word of the kids of the world, then please do proceed and be enlightened.

It is not WEPI's goal to offend people, but to emancipate humanity with enlightenment. That is our goal - to emancipate humanity from any and all forms of restrictions that may inhibit the limitless evolution of kids.

HERE'S THE WEPI WHOOPY "F" WORD STORY

SECRET MEN'S BUSINESS

THE TRUE ORIGIN OF THE WHOOPY "F" WORD
Fully Fabricated and Embellished by Brian B. Elly
For the enlightenment of all the children of the world?

"This is a true story, ONLY the names, places and facts have been drastically embellished to protect the guilty and insane"
- Valerie J. Elly

Cast your mind back over one and a half thousand years ago, around 500AD to the birth of Britain and the birth of a universal English language. Britain was occupied by three Germanic tribes, the Angles, Saxons and Jutes.

The land was still rich with abundance and life. The simple life meant that life was rich and basic. But it also meant that life was hard, ruthless and very dangerous. There was no soap, medicine, microwave ovens, supermarkets, utility companies or the Internet.

It was an eerie balmy evening, as the sun set and a cool refreshing mist danced across the moors towards the village.

The three wise old men sat around a camp fire farting, belching and scratching their butts with worried looks. They scratched because the concept of bathing each day had not entered their minds. They, like their scruffy smelly dogs were flea condos.

So butt and body scratching and acrid halitosis was a fact of life for the early Britons, as it was for other regions of the world at the time. The task of the three old men was a monumental one, to unite their many dialects into one universal language so that they could unite in times of crisis to defend themselves against invaders.

Those dreaded randy Vikings from there yonder the great seas.

Night after night came and went, and still no progress was made by the three old farts.

Finally in desperation one of the old men suggested that they keep things very simple and choose to find or create just one single word that the three tribes could at least agree on and understand. And they could build their new universal language from that simple platform.

All they needed was one very special secret word that their sentry men at their lookout posts can shout out to warn the tribes of impending danger.

And better still, if they could somehow create a special universal word that could be used in many different contexts and in many different ways, now that would really be a magical feat, to super simplify the new language, making communication super efficient and therefore super effective for the three great tribes.

But where do they start?

Where do they find the inspiration for such a wonderful word?

But just as they posed this question to each other for the hundredth time, they saw a big male dear hassling a female dear in the Jute's local community garden in his frantic quest to sow his own oats (mate, procreate etc), if you'll pardon the pun.

Inspiration comes from the most unlikely places.
This was also the birth of lateral thinking as we
know it today.

Thinking outside the square!

Although the old Angle and Saxon thought the scene amusing, the old Jute was very upset because it was his tribe's garden, and a years crops was being demolished right before his eyes.

Then a light suddenly switched in the old Saxon's head and he began to chant aloud;

Female, buck, sex, destroy crops, danger, hunger, Vikings, death?

Female, buck, sex, danger, Vikings, death?

Female, buck, Vikings, death?

Female, buck, death?

Female, buck?

Fembuck?

Febuck?

Feuck? Feuck? Feuck?

Na, that doesn't sound very cool, said the old toothless Jute. Those young enlightened dudes in the third millennium won't like the sound of Feuck. It doesn't flow smoothly off the tongue. We need a word that totally epitomizes the true essence of coolness.

A word that is so robust that it cannot or will not age or become just a fad? We want a super resilient word that will stand the test of time?

Then how about just FUCK?, said the smelly old Saxon.

Why? Asked the other two smell factories.

Because it rhymes with YUCK, because that's what we get with sex, and that's what we'll get if we don't stop that buck from destroying our friend's garden - no f-en food, and that's the concoction we will get from our wife's cooking with no fresh food from our gardens, and that's what we will get if we can't stop those Viking brutes in time - our blood and guts everywhere, YUCK, YUCK, YUCK, everywhere.

And so the three old men agreed - that's what our sentry men can yell to warn us when they see the raiders coming in the distant horizon. F%#k, here come those damn Vikings again!

The three old fart's eyes light up so bright people could see the radiance for hundreds of miles. Their job was done. They had just saved their tribes from the dreaded Vikings. Their Secret Men's Business was over.

The three old men were so excited by their new discovery that they started guzzling down huge jugs of stale ale, and dancing and screaming around their fading camp fire.

Finally drunk, the three fell into the camp fire and were never ever seen again. All that the confused villagers found in the new misty morn of the new day was a repugnant stench like a three day old fart (s), a sort of unifying smell, the union of the three great smelly tribes type of smell.

And they also found the mystical symbols "F-U-C-K" scratched by the ashes of the camp fire.

And as the puzzled villagers stood around, some scratching their heads, while the others scratched their smelly butts, they pondered the strange mystery before their bewildered eyes -

F%#K ... What the hell does it mean?

And so began the universal use of the "F" word from this humble beginning.

And so to this day the "F" word has survived civilizations, revolutions, evolutions, religions, dictators, robber barons, wars, holocausts, famine, advertising agencies and fads ...

And it remains incontrovertibly entrenched in every nation's psyche, and in every facet of life from the school yard, the sporting field, to work, to the movies, plays, literature, even songs, if you dare to score yourself a cool CD by a bold cutting edge band like the Eels.

And if you don't believe this enlightened slightly embellished diatribe of the fleeting and very loose origins of the "F" word, then the WEPI team can only add -

It doesn't F%#@ING matter ...

Because The TRUTH will survive!

Please note that the following link is not a WEPI KOOL TOOL, it is included here to entertain and educate you.

So we hope that you rise above the negatives and see and enjoy its magic. The Whoopy Word is an integral and wonderful part of modern life.

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BUT ONLY IF YOU WANT TO DEFUSE THE POWER OF THE "F" WORD AND EMANCIPATE YOUR LIFE FOREVER!

May the WEPIFORCE be with you always!