It was another big day in the land of Madjackshire. There were four major sports going and some tennis matches in Helsinki. The King sashed his morning robe and opened the double doors to his royal balcony. He stepped out, feeling the breeze on his face. He lit the day?s first Bolivar, clenched his teeth and drew deeply. He held the smoke deep in his lungs as one would fill their lungs with air before diving into a deep pool of water.
Down the mountain, the streets were still quiet. The warm aroma of baking bread filled the air from Hippo?s bakery. Soon the shops would open. SixFive will arrive at the open market in his turnip truck. Petey and his crew would take their place in the pool hall (if they can find it). Theismann will break down the fences and Scott-Atlanta will mend them. Woodson and Dunclock would fly through the skies on 3PT Airlines and sell the inventions of KotysDad. WhatsHisNuts will open the bookshop and Raymond will cure the patios and driveways of the land while contemplating a twelve teamer.
The Queen rides her segway into the King?s chambers and dismounts. ?O? King, make love to me. Make love to me the way you did on our honeymoon. Remember skinny dipping in the lagoon?? a seductive smile painted her face. She was buetiful.
?Remember that native boy you gave three dollars to bring back a USA Today so you could check the Rangers record in night games on turf? Darling, let?s go back to the islands. We can explore the beaches of Anguilla and??
?Anguilla!? barked the King. ?That reminds me I need to double check my Intertops account. Last night?s NBA halftimes. That dirty Danilo misgrades my plays if I don?t keep an eye on him.? The King had a full day ahead, he had no time for life?s trivialities. Sex was merely a quick frolic of arms and legs to him now. There was the lancing and jousting matches to breakdown, there were the two businesses to monitor, the 70 employees, the preferred plays for his royal subscribers and, most importantly, there was money to move.
?Why do I get no respect??
?O? wise King. Do not start this day with a mood so soured. I shall call for your jester.?
The phone rang in The Joker?s lair too early. He slept on a couch surrounded by his concubine and a wake of empties. Mostly Mickeys and a couple of empty fifths of Three Point Rum, the official national libation. ?You must make his highness laugh, Mr. Joker. He is not well.?
?OK, queenie baby. I?ll be right up. Let me grab my iPAD and removable disk drives, L,M,N, O and P. We will cue up some youtubes and some funny ass pics from break dot com. He?s gonna laugh his pompous ass off!? Thirty minutes later the Joker huffs up the path to the palace.
It was another big day in the land of Madjackshire. There were four major sports going and some tennis matches in Helsinki. The King sashed his morning robe and opened the double doors to his royal balcony. He stepped out, feeling the breeze on his face. He lit the day?s first Bolivar, clenched his teeth and drew deeply. He held the smoke deep in his lungs as one would fill their lungs with air before diving into a deep pool of water.
Down the mountain, the streets were still quiet. The warm aroma of baking bread filled the air from Hippo?s bakery. Soon the shops would open. SixFive will arrive at the open market in his turnip truck. Petey and his crew would take their place in the pool hall (if they can find it). Theismann will break down the fences and Scott-Atlanta will mend them. Woodson and Dunclock would fly through the skies on 3PT Airlines and sell the inventions of KotysDad. WhatsHisNuts will open the bookshop and Raymond will cure the patios and driveways of the land while contemplating a twelve teamer.
The Queen rides her segway into the King?s chambers and dismounts. ?O? King, make love to me. Make love to me the way you did on our honeymoon. Remember skinny dipping in the lagoon?? a seductive smile painted her face. She was buetiful.
?Remember that native boy you gave three dollars to bring back a USA Today so you could check the Rangers record in night games on turf? Darling, let?s go back to the islands. We can explore the beaches of Anguilla and??
?Anguilla!? barked the King. ?That reminds me I need to double check my Intertops account. Last night?s NBA halftimes. That dirty Danilo misgrades my plays if I don?t keep an eye on him.? The King had a full day ahead, he had no time for life?s trivialities. Sex was merely a quick frolic of arms and legs to him now. There was the lancing and jousting matches to breakdown, there were the two businesses to monitor, the 70 employees, the preferred plays for his royal subscribers and, most importantly, there was money to move.
?Why do I get no respect??
?O? wise King. Do not start this day with a mood so soured. I shall call for your jester.?
The phone rang in The Joker?s lair too early. He slept on a couch surrounded by his concubine and a wake of empties. Mostly Mickeys and a couple of empty fifths of Three Point Rum, the official national libation. ?You must make his highness laugh, Mr. Joker. He is not well.?
?OK, queenie baby. I?ll be right up. Let me grab my iPAD and removable disk drives, L,M,N, O and P. We will cue up some youtubes and some funny ass pics from break dot com. He?s gonna laugh his pompous ass off!? Thirty minutes later the Joker huffs up the path to the palace.
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