Ungh.... exhausted... again...Why am I always exhausted on evenings where theatre is involved?
Since I can barely construct sentences at this point, I thought I would hand out a clever little Easter egg for all y'all. I wrote a joke script about a year ago that pondered what it would have been like if the Israelites had received Charles II of England as their first king.
It's a long story. (The joke and HOW it is a joke, that is.)
Anyhow, excerpt:
Talman: Did the old man die in his sleep or what? I thought he said he was taking a nap. Did he snuff himself out with a pillow when he rolled over? Did he swallow his tongue after it came loose from his snoring? Maybe he ruptured an ear drum and his brain filled up with blood and ear wax until he couldn't think straight and he drowned in his brain the way men drown in rivers and--
Axel: What is wrong with you? I mean... what do you honestly think about all day?
Talman: Dunno...... farming. And taxes.
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And taxes. *Collapses*
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