"Excuse me your royal Majesty, but what do

"Excuse me your royal Majesty, but what do you suppose proper etiquette is for BEATING ROYAL ASS!!!!" I taunted

I responded "Um... first of all... what the heck???? I mean, this is out of the blue and is kind of surprising..." Get away freak!!! I thought... and he

split in half. Right down the middle. One half of him fell on the sidewalk, the other half in the gutter, where a stray dog chomped down on his ankle & ran away. I wasn't surprised

. Stray dogs are generally hungry, and gutter meat is first-come first-chomp. But what bugged me is the dog had split with the half containing the mans wallet, and he owed me.

I had to call in my debt asap. It was in Bergelmian shekels and my hot info. was the currency would tank tomorrow when they'd announce a vote to leave the Great Saturnian Huddle

" rapped Sir Creamy Thighs. "Leave a veto, oh, oh, info." He crooned. The groupies all sighed with pleasure. He was a prodigy, a musical hero really. They wanted to bang him so bad

their underbritches were soaking wet. Of course Sir Creamy Thighs played into the public perception of him as a womanizing playboy. Reality however, was that Sir CT (AKA Wes Tinky)

was actually Queen Gretchen (AKA Jenny Mangelvise) in drag. Jenny had started dressing like Sir Creamy Thighs on the day her husband King Stu (AKA Joey Muscatone) was beheaded for

believing in the Tooth Fairy. The Thought Police were quite pleased to have it verified, again, that even Kings were not beyond their reach.