Helium land

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Helium land

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Helium land is quite rightly, the most outwardly facing kingdom in inner mangolia. The country is known for its love of zeppelins, culture and frog sucking. Helium land was once known as the land of helium but was changed during the 1911 Backside revolution, led by the contrevesial dick. It is now in the year of stability, with a new economic golden age approaching. Dogs have issues with the treatment of native pears, but otherwise cloudy with some storms and light showers.

Crazy airship-gate

The country is known for its light approach to politics, where politicians and occasionally random fat people who linger outside the forum are allowed to get high during debates.

In Helium land nearly everything is legal. That includes, stabbing, murder and nude cheese string rape.

Culture and tea

"Do you want culture with your tea?" is the most common question for tea makers in Helium land. Sadly nobody can make sense of them because everyone has squeaky helium voices.

Sadly culture and tea don't mix. They produce a discharge called pomposity.

Hello Factory worker and metallic slaving capitalist thug

Instead of "Hello kitty" the lovable Japanese cat that is slightly westernised and off-putting, In helium land they have "Hello Factory worker and metallic slaving capitalist thug". It is popular amongst troll-like invalids.

The backside revolution [citation bleeding]

In 19111 a dick named duck trod on a button with the words "revolution" on it. It had no idea of what turmoil it had put itself in. Later that day he was found lying in a ditch with a dozen solidified goat cheese mourning his loss. Typical.