A Drunken Cabaret

Adventures of the Ringmaster.

Looking for the pot of gold at the end of the Rainbow proves to be one massive pain in the cock!

 It’s good to look after each other when the big wet comes down. If I had better shoes on I’d kick the establishment in the nuts!  Swaggering through the depths of mediocrity, the Ringmaster uncovers the bland taste of compromise and swills it’s sickly hue around in his mouth. In one long convulsing hiccup of contempt, he oops a daisies it up on his companion, the wry yet desirable Killer Suzanne. She languidly smokes her cuban cigar and nonchalantly stubs it out on a small monkey child lapping at her heels. His name is Bullwinkle and he thinks he’s a moose. He doesn’t realize he's only a monkey with a heroin addiction. Suzanne doesn’t have time for therapy so she kicks him in the nuts for half an hour until he’s incapable of standing.

Distracted by this violent, yet socially acceptable act, The Ringmaster pens a tune about a hemorrhoid that can talk and recite it’s 12 times tables. He figures he can make a buck or two as long as he accompanies himself on an out of tune guitar. Remembering what a questionable, fat sage like man told him once, as he was rogered from behind, “Cabaret should be able to be performed in a car park.”

The End until next time