The Dork Lord
Whipping Boy
(Husband, Wife, and TV Producer are all at a table in a fancy restaurant)
Husband: “I don’t care what you say; I’m not fucking my daughter on national TV!”
TV Producer: “Look, we’re talking about your older daughter. She’s 21, right? We’re not monsters.”
Husband: “Is that a joke? I CHANGED HE DIAPERS FOR GOD’S SAKES!”
TV Producer: “According to the DNA tests we did last episode, she’s not really your daughter. None of them are; except Billy.”
Husband: “I still can’t believe you talked me into selling him to the Cambodians…”
TV Producer: “Good for ratings.”
Wife: “Don’t be such a prude, darling, I already let the Bulls run a train on me, and you had that thing with the duck…”
Husband: “I TOLD YOU DON’T MENTION THE DUCK!”
TV Producer: “How does ten million dollars sound?”
Husband and Wife: “Done.”
TV Producer: “Monday nights are OURS!”
(TV Producer cracks the monkey’s skull open and they all dig in.)
Husband: “I don’t care what you say; I’m not fucking my daughter on national TV!”
TV Producer: “Look, we’re talking about your older daughter. She’s 21, right? We’re not monsters.”
Husband: “Is that a joke? I CHANGED HE DIAPERS FOR GOD’S SAKES!”
TV Producer: “According to the DNA tests we did last episode, she’s not really your daughter. None of them are; except Billy.”
Husband: “I still can’t believe you talked me into selling him to the Cambodians…”
TV Producer: “Good for ratings.”
Wife: “Don’t be such a prude, darling, I already let the Bulls run a train on me, and you had that thing with the duck…”
Husband: “I TOLD YOU DON’T MENTION THE DUCK!”
TV Producer: “How does ten million dollars sound?”
Husband and Wife: “Done.”
TV Producer: “Monday nights are OURS!”
(TV Producer cracks the monkey’s skull open and they all dig in.)
