Disassociated Press -
It started out like any other pathetic day for Joe Harky. The little dicken got up, scratched his balls, brushed his tooth, ate what was left in the fridge, got dressed with high quality hand me downs, shut the door to his outhouse and off he went to a school he's not even eligible to attend.
"I knew it was going to be a rough day when I had to scratch my balls more than usual," Joe said after agreeing to speak with Moon Zuppa and no one else.
During computer class, Joe decided to save a document. He couldn't think of anything witty to title it so he unwittingly went with 'KKK.' "It just happened that way. I had to piss so badly."
While away in the bathroom, his teacher noticed his draft and notified authorities. "I had to do something. With the White House asking us to flag people I was doing my patritotic duty." We reminded her she lived in Caanada. "Whatever," she replied.
Police detained Joe for questioning.The Human Rights Tribunal, a ragged bunch if we've ever seen one, also get in on the act on behalf of the school. "We want his blood. No. Seriously. Can you fill this vile?" one of their flunkies asked us.
"It was an honest mistake but they didn't want to believe me. They kept asking me to prove my existence," Joe explained with a confused look.
"They demanded to know if I was a stooge of the insurance companies or a member of ACCORN. What does this mean, mom?"
It means what you know isn't and what you thought you knew isn't. It also means nothing exists. No one believes.
The moral of this sad and sordid tale, seemingly, is don't scratch your balls to hard because you may just uncover a conspiracy.
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