I was a Viking explorer once. Bubba the Idjit, they called me.
The hat was pretty weird. Other Vikings had cool hats with horns. Mine was a beanie with two vuvuzelas. I used to hang extra socks on the ends.
I made the mistake of calling Erik the Red, Jud the Salmon. In my defense, they looked alike. As a result, I was put on reindeer waxing duty. At least, I thought I was. I wasn't really paying attention.
Anyway, while the others were off plundering villages, I pillaged their becan. Hey, I was hungry.
I got a job as the GPS on Jud's boat. I never really bothered to learn the art of navigation, so I just said, "Recalculating" a lot. We ended up discovering North America. Man, the other Vikings were upset! They thought we were heading to the Bahamas. Jud sat there, shivering in his fur Speedo, and made me get out of the boat. They took off, rowing as hard as they could.
I'm sure they'll be back soon. Until they do, I've got plenty to keep me busy. I just need to find another reindeer.