"...Next!" "My name is Ozymandias, King of

"...Next!" "My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings: Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!" "Not on the guest list, back of the line! Next!" "I am Arthur! King of the Britons!"

"Never heard of you. NEXT!" "I am Jesus, King of Heaven and Earth." I fell prostrate in adoration. "Oh Sir, I'm sorry we didn't invite but we are so happy to have you!" Jesus

we were forced to book him at the Annual Religious Restrictions on the Consumption of Pork Seminar in Poughkeepsie, NY. We were backstage getting ready and I noticed a curly tail

gater who had followed me way too closely (as my bumper should have indicated to him) on the frontage road had gotten backstage at the Pork Seminar. He was walking real close

to the buffet and nearly ate the waiter behind the table. Ali finally found the pit where they were roasting the pig Hawaiin style..bribing someone to get the first bite

of Tyson's delectable ear. "We marinated him for three weeks," proclaimed the proud chef. "Th ear you say? A monsieur, a very good choice. Bon appetit!" Ali shoved the annoying

sous chef to the floor and as an afterthought, kicked him in the buttocks. Ali bit the plate along with Tyson's ear entree. The appetizer was done, but the boxer had a big appetite

for destruction. His killer instincts were awaken and he wanted to finish his opponent right there, right then. He felt like poison was running through his veins.

Truth be told, he hated feeling this way. He'd wanted to join the circus when he was little & become a clown. Looking down at his enemy now, his heart softened. Then it was over.