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 Two:

Again on the third day, the King came unto Daniel, but it had come to pass that on the morning of the third day, Daniel had shat a great shit, and the lions were sore affronted. Almost all of them had thenceforth kept their distance from Daniel. But one of the lions took a liking to Daniel’s left nut, and began to munch upon it. “Oh, it tickles, it tickles!” cried Daniel. “What tickles?” asked the King. “TES-TICKLES!” roared Daniel, thereby scoring another point for the common people. Upon hearing this, all the ladies in the courtyard took out their tits and tittered.

Then the lion crouched as if to spring, but instead laid a big turd. This amused the King, and he ordered Daniel to come forth, but Daniel slipped on the lion’s turd and came fifth, thus utterly losing the race. This angered Daniel so greatly that he picked up the lion turd and, with menacing accuracy, hurled it at random. Random, being a crafty little bugger, ducked, and the turd hit the King full in the eye.

Now, this made the King exceedingly angry, whereupon he inquired, “Where’s the Queen?” “Milord, she is on the Royal Crapper.” “And is she well-supplied with paper?” “Milord, she has forty reams of the finest linen.” “It is good,” said the King. “And where’s the Princess?” “Oh, she’s upstairs in bed with laryngitis.” “Not that fucking Greek again!” cried Daniel.

This amused the King and he spake, “Oh, fuck the Princess!” and another 40,000 loyal courtiers were trampled to death in the rush, for in those days the King’s word was law, and the King ruled with an iron hand, and besides, the Princess was a comely wench. This made the King exceeding angry, but the Queen only said, “Well, I’ll be fucked!” — more in hope than in indignation. But nobody moved, save a solitary senile seneschal, quietly masturbating in a corner into a silver teaspoon, and Daniel, who, taking her at her word, grabbed the Queen by her butt-cheeks and slipped her onto his **** like a well-worn jackboot.

…to be continued