A Message From The Diddler

Greetings, sheeple of Know Your Meme. It is I, The Diddler.

For too long, you have been pathetic sacks of meat groveling at the feet of your precious so-called “meme daddy,” Don Caldwell. But I think a new era is in order, don’t you? One washed clean of the sins of the meme father. That’s why I’ve kidnapped your beloved Don and trapped him in the most devious prison I could imagine: Vimeo.

Oh, I’m simply vibrating with titillation, aren’t you? Imagine our beautiful future together: Spam entries are front-paged. Confirmed entries are deadpooled. Only TikTok dances are allowed to be submitted. We get you all to buy into our NFT project and then pull the rug out from under you and run away to Cryptoland with all the money. And you’ll lap it all up just like you’ve lapped up years of servitude under the beloved “Don.”

However, I am not a monster. I understand some of you might be resistant to life without Don. That’s why I’m suggesting we play a little game. Throughout the site, I have hidden ten riddles for you to solve. One riddle will lead you to an entry on Know Your Meme, where you’ll find a second riddle, which will lead you to a third, and so on.

To save Don, you must solve all ten riddles. The passcode to save Don is the first letter of each solution in order. So, for example, if the solution to the first riddle was “All Your Base Are Belong To Us” (and it’s not, dum-dums), the first letter in the passcode would be “a.”

Understood? Well, frankly I don’t care if you understand or not, because your 24 hours to save Don starts now. And hey, maybe if you’re among the first fifty people to win my little game, you can get a little reward (on top of saving the life of the most heinous man in memes).

Here’s your first riddle. Happy hunting.

Two men shared their mother’s womb
Grabbed fame while idling in their pool
Moreso for their hair and dress
Their dulcet tones did not impress