Ed was walking down the street. This was his third trip to Antarctica. His appoint with the King, Daniel Joseph Lintz, was bound to go poorly. Lintz was the 3rd Appointment SMA had made, so he'd gained some confidence in the iterations. SMA told him he was to Receive the Royal Treatment. Ed, or Mr. Erectile Dysfunction as The Emperor preferred to Address him, was representing The Republic of Suck my Dove Soap. He preferred to not receive an enema. Nonetheless, if SMA had decreed his fate, what was he to do?
This edition and version of Ed had been married to The Emperor for only a week. They loved each other very much. Both enjoyed attending the Not Ready for PrimeTime Prayers opera. If Samuel Clemons thought Blackface was funny, what can you tell an Arkansas Cracker? Speaking of Crackers, he was looking forward to getting busy with Hillary Diane Rodham. He was fairly certain he had the correct edition, not the right one. The version was more of a problem. The RodMyHam models were always problematic.
Rodham had the BBC attachment, the new one fresh from Zimbabwe. O, are we gonna party, he thought. It wasn't as if this was his first rodeo. Speaking of which, he was fairly certain he had gotten the Consent form signed by The Cow. SMA said he had wanted this cow for a long time, and he was fairly certain the feeling was mutual. If Ed could get the consent form signed, SMA might not keep embarrasing him when they walked into department stores. The last time the went to Mitsukoshi Ginza, just before going in the door, he told SMA to chill. Allen walked though the doors and screamed in a loud voice, "PENIS". Nobody turned. Those Mitsukoshi folks are good. The customers are even better.
