A July Fourth Bedtime Story...A Conversation Which We Are Pretty Sure Happened, August 10th, 1776--
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A July Fourth Bedtime Story...A Conversation Which We Are Pretty Sure Happened, August 10th, 1776-- From The Rosen Museum Of Unnatural History (A messenger delivers a letter to Lord Frederick North, Prime Minister of Britain-- ) LN: (reading) Oh! Mmmmhmmm. Uhh...oh no, dear me, drats! This is terrible, awful! I must away to see the King. Courtier: He'll see you now your Lordship. KG3: (swinging his golf club) Whaaaat, waddya' want, can't you see I'm busy, spit it out Prime Boy. LN: Uhhhnn, Your Highness, uh, we seem to have a slight tiff which has sprung up over across the pond which is a bit more than the usual trifle. How might I best explain? KG3: You're on the clock asshole, let's have it, and cut it out with this "Your Highness" crap, just call me "Third." LN: Yes Your....oh, sorry, "Third." Well, we received a rather disturbing letter from the colonies today, and it seems that they've, uh, left. KG3: Left? What the fuc...