So, we wait on Old King Cole hand and foot. We feed him. Chauffeur him around. Sing and dance around like morons for his entertainment value.
We wipe his ass.
But, now, he's making us HOLD HIS DRINK bottle for him when he drinks. I mean, COME ON. (action: dramatic head roll)
Good thing he's a merry old soul -- I mean, if we're going to be servant boy and the cleaning lady, we want it to be for someone who's jovial.
Don't you turn ugly on us boy, or you could find yourself on the first ship to the Americas……… first class of course.
Monday, November 22, 2010
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