In the Kingdom of the Forty-Thousand, A-count, Dis-count, and Re-count were sitting around the Round Table having a square discussion when the crowned prince, David, arrived. “Where’s the Queen.” Asked David. “She’s in bed with Laryngitis.”
“That Greek b*****d’s still hanging around here?” Asked David, and he sent the Messenger John. Along the way, the Messenger John stepped in a pile of cow dung, and since bullshit hadn’t been invented yet, threw the s**t at Random. Random, being a wise-a**, ducked and the s**t hit the King square in the face. “s**t!” Cried the King, and since the king’s word was law, forty thousand ironclad pants dropped and there was a great movement. Re-count, recalling the question, asked, “Where’s the Queen?”
“Screw the Queen!” Cried the King, and so there was a great rape. Later, upon returning to his chambers, the King found the Queen face down on the floor. “Turn over.” Ordered the King. “I shall be screwed if I do.” Replied the Queen. “You shall be corn holed if you don’t.” said the King. And so goes to show, that in the Kingdom of the Forty-Thousand, everybody gets a piece of the government.
 Demon Hunter Aaron · Sun Dec 21, 2008 @ 11:39pm · 1 Comments |
