Just one in a long line
Through many failures I have ended up destitute, most notable of my failures was signing all of my worldly assets over to my *@%*# ex wife Ophelia to avoid a tax mishap…….yeah……oops. But my character misjudgment far pales in comparison to those of my other relatives through out the ages. Dwelling under bridges you see, has been the fate of most Grublygolds since great great great great great great grate great great great grand pappy Akutanon Grublygold ended up living under the Great Nile reed bridge for laughing at the Pharaohs silly beard. So here is a brief list of others whose fame slipped just beyond their reach.
Lord Snootyfop Grublygold. Lord of the king’s guards, head butted King Henry the VIII in the crotch with his pointy helmet while attempting to retrieve Ann Bolin’s dropped glove.
Casius Grublygold. Insisted that the Trojan Horse would make a fine substitute for his broken lawn gnome.
Judas Grublygold. Ratted on Jesus.
Braithwaite Grublygold. Mistuned Mozart’s piano, causing him to write the entire 5th symphony incorrectly.
Guido Grublygold. Emperors Adviser. Spitty sprayed a flagon of wine on Caesar’s new robes upon hearing of the capture of the city of
Zapata Grublygold. Sold water damage insurance on the
Bosco Grublygold. Made up the song,
Enrique Grublygold. Commodore of the Spanish Armada. Forgot to bring canon balls along for the big attack on
Rutigar Grublygold. Ran General Washington’s under garments up the flag pole at
So you see, there is no shame in falling off he horse as long as you get back on.
posted by Cad Grublygold at 9:24 PM
2 Comments:
Grublygold, I had no idea you were descended from such an esteemed line of under bridge dwellers. Your hilarious wit must be an evolutionary trait for surely good humor is of the utmost importance if you live under a bridge.
Come clean though - there may be no shame in falling low provided one climbs back up again... but wouldn't you agree history has definitively proven that the Grublygolds are notorious for never even glancing up at that metaphoric slope, much less trying to climb?
This is quite true Latigo, but you see us Grublygolds always start off at the top of the metiphoric hill, so once we fall, whats the point of climing back up? We already know whats up there. Life is peacefull here at the bottom.
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