Welcome to the land of SiErpenshire, where the air is sweet with the scent of confusion and the skies are always on fire. Our legends are not of the mythical or heroic kind, no, no, no. Our legends are of the "what were they thinking?" kind.
It is said that Lord Reginald P. Bottomsworth III, a man of questionable taste and even more questionable sanity, once attempted to create a cheese-based economy in the heart of SiErpenshire. Alas, his plan involved using actual human subjects as currency, and well, let's just say it didn't end well for him.
Read the full story of Lord Reginald's gouda adventure
They say that the people of SiErpenshire once worshipped a giant, sentient, inflatable chicken as a symbol of good fortune and prosperity. We say they were all drunk at the time.
Discover the truth behind the Cluck Norris of SiErpenshire
It's a little-known fact that our great-great-grand-toaster, Balthazar McToasty, successfully traveled through time and space, only to return with a bad case of toast-related PTSD.
Learn more about Balthazar's toaster-gate
That's all for now, folks! Come back soon for more tales of SiErpenshire's finest (or worst) legends.