This post is brought to you from beyond the grave – a story hidden deep within the document folder of Grandad himself which he seems to have written under the influence of something wonderful.

I am delivering it in three parts, so that you may sip at it like a well aged scotch over the weekend.

Part Three:

Later in the evening the King entered the Royal Boudoir and beheld the Queen lying on the bed, clad only in Nature’s attire. “Roll over, Queen!” ordered the King. “I’ll be fucked if I will!” shouted the Queen. “You will at that,” observed the King, “but you’ll be corn-holed if you won’t!” Hearing this, the Queen shat a gold brick, for in those days a square ass-hole was a symbol of royalty.

When the King saw this, he cried, “Balls!”; not because he had to, but because he had two. And the Queen replied, “Balls!? If I had two, I could be King!”

Whereupon the King, having partaken of over-ripe olives, hied himself to the innermost part of his kingdom and proceeded to shit buttermilk for three days, and thereafter was forever known as King Dairy-Ass, throughout the world.

Blaming Daniel for his digestive discomfort the King sentenced Daniel to wander in the wilderness for forty days and forty nights, for in those days the King’s word was law and the King ruled with an iron hand.

And so it came to pass that Daniel wandered in the wilderness for many a long day and many a long night. But in the evening of his thirteenth day in the wilderness, Daniel was set upon by bandits! Not, as you might at first surmise, ordinary bandits, but Mexican bandits. Nor, as you might at second surmise, ordinary Mexican bandits, but Mexican bum-bandits, who debagged him, scragged him, and shagged him, and left him with his pockets jingling, and his ass-hole tingling.

Months went by before the Queen came unto Daniel. “Oh Daniel, I am heavy with child. What steps are to be taken?” “fuckin’ big ones!” replied Daniel as he vanished over the Southern horizon.

FIN