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Rex Sportularum: King of the Small Gift Baskets
Malton is in dire need of joy, happiness, and the kind of monarchy that gives unnecessarily well-decorated gift baskets - mostly of the fruity and nutty variety - to random citizens. Malton needs lower taxes, then higher taxes, then lower taxes, then higher taxes one more time, and then sticking with lower taxes. Malton needs someone who will literally break down the barriers between people, living and dead, and unite them in hope for the future.
And that once-man is the rex sportularum: king of the small gift baskets.
So (!), if your jaw is ever broken slack, or there's a couple pounds of buckshot lodged in your larynx - whatever the case, whenever the time, just call on the king. He'll be there, and will help you in the most convoluted way possible!
The king is dead, baby. Long live the king!
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Doin' the Divine Right Strut
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A big thanks to all the skeletons in the columnized pictures. You guys really rocked the house back in the sixteenth century, and I'll buy you a drink next time we're at Chili's.
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