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Well then, let me be the first to welcome you into our tribe! Your official tribe name is “Mighty Warrior Of The Glistening Glade Who Flew In The Rusty Sky Bird And Who Runs Like The Deer And Has The Courage Of The Mountain Lion And The Wisdom Of The Muskrat” or “Bud”, for short.
As a tribal member, you’re entitled to a 25% discount on insurance from AARP (Association of American Rum Drinkers). Yeah, I don’t know how you come up with a “P” for “Drinkers”, either. They tell me it’s a tribal secret.
Our tribe has a long and glorious history. We know this because the prisons keep such good records. Our tribal headdress is three chicken feathers and an extra crispy drumstick. We used to wear loincloths, but we were in Chicago one time and the wind kept blowing up our loincloths and all the women in Chicago started following us around.
And so I close with our tribe’s traditional farewell.
“Who’s buying the next round?”

Outstanding, blueunicorn6! - you must be the Chief of your Tribe!

I belong to another Tribe - "The Warriors Who Fight Through The Rice Paddies, The Elephant Grass, And The Triple Canopy Rain Forest."

I am most grateful to you and your Tribe - one of your Warriors pulled me out of a hot LZ when I was hit in the Arizona many years ago.

God Bless you, Brother - thank you for your service to our Nation!

"Dia shábháil ar fad anseo!"

Genuflectimus non ad principem sed ad Principem Pacis!

Listen, O isles, unto me; and hearken, ye people, from far; The LORD hath called me from the womb; from the bowels of my mother hath he made mention of my name. (Isaiah 49:1 KJV)