Tell me a story, Daddy.
Okay, Sweetheart. Once upon a time there was a shirtless man who rode horses to show off his manly chest. In fact, he frequently took of his shirt for no reason. He ran his village with an iron fist, disposing of all suspected enemies in horrible ways. So fearsome was he, that other villages refused to trade with him. His people grew hungry and thirsty for vodka.
His response was to attack and conquer the other villages. The populace was distraught. Who would save them from the shirtless madman?
Word came that there was a powerful man from far across the orean, someone who led the strongest village ever. Yes, he woud be the one to come with his forces and save them. Their hopes soared.
But one day a photo appeared showing the savior shaking hands and smiling at the shirtless beast. Chagrin followed.Now their only hope was for the shirtless man to fall off his horse and land on his head.
What happened? This story is not quite finished, my dear. But don't worry. You are safe. It's just a story.
Showing posts with label Putin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Putin. Show all posts
Sunday, July 14, 2019
Sunday, March 16, 2014
Putin Doll
Al's doll shop was so small people usually walked past without noticing it. Al had a trust fund, loved dolls and could care less if he had customers.
One day a short, dapper man entered and offered to sell Al the doll he brought. He removed it from the box and to Al's amusement it resembled Russian leader Vladimir Putin, about a foot high. Its shirt was off in deference to Putin's penchant for being photographed shirtless.
Al paid him $15 and chuckled when the man said there was plenty more where that came from. Al nodded, smiling as the man said Good Day and left. The doll was placed in the small window with a $20 tag. Al resumed his routine, which included taking a nap.
Ten minutes later he was rudely awakened by a stampede of customers demanding he sell them the doll. Some offered $100. He explained he only had one in stock, but he would soon obtain more. After they skulked out disappointed, he called the number on the man's business card.
Next day boxes of Putin dolls arrived. The line was out the door. Al finally asked a customer what the attraction was. We get to choose Putin's top, the woman explained. She planned on donning a colorful cabana shirt on her doll. A guy wanted him wearing a Red Sox jersey. A young girl announced she was putting one of her Barbie bikini tops on Putin's replica.
Al kept one for himself, draping a silk Hugh Hefner bathrobe on the bombastic leader's body. After all, he did lead a world power.
One day a short, dapper man entered and offered to sell Al the doll he brought. He removed it from the box and to Al's amusement it resembled Russian leader Vladimir Putin, about a foot high. Its shirt was off in deference to Putin's penchant for being photographed shirtless.
Al paid him $15 and chuckled when the man said there was plenty more where that came from. Al nodded, smiling as the man said Good Day and left. The doll was placed in the small window with a $20 tag. Al resumed his routine, which included taking a nap.
Ten minutes later he was rudely awakened by a stampede of customers demanding he sell them the doll. Some offered $100. He explained he only had one in stock, but he would soon obtain more. After they skulked out disappointed, he called the number on the man's business card.
Next day boxes of Putin dolls arrived. The line was out the door. Al finally asked a customer what the attraction was. We get to choose Putin's top, the woman explained. She planned on donning a colorful cabana shirt on her doll. A guy wanted him wearing a Red Sox jersey. A young girl announced she was putting one of her Barbie bikini tops on Putin's replica.
Al kept one for himself, draping a silk Hugh Hefner bathrobe on the bombastic leader's body. After all, he did lead a world power.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)