The Crying Game Farm

Old Grumpy Sergeant, the retired prize-winning pig, calls a meeting of all of the animals of the Game Farm, (reservations available). Present are Bucky the workhorse, Snoballs the llama, Nappy the goat, and Squealy the squirrel. Col the barn-cat may or may not be present, and ditto for some other animals.

• Snoballs – Ok, let’s call this meeting to order. Roll call – Snoballs, “here.” Old Grump,
• Bucky – Snoballs, you are out of order. There was not a second to your motion for roll call.
• Squealy – You don’t need a second for a roll call. It is not a motion, it is a procedure.
• Snoballs – That’s right.
• Bucky – I don’t think so,
• Squealy - Where is the reference manual for my Robert’s Rulpod? What would it be under, roll or motion?
• Nappy – Oh, it would definitely be under roll, because motion is the broader, or more generic, if you will, classification, while roll relates only to the specific instance wherein …
• Old Grump – Would you harfing sterks shut the froach up. Listen you mother-froaching boaxx, I had a harfing dream that I must tell you about. There was a…. A time came when ….. Froach! Now I can’t remember what it was about.
• Bucky – Was it about the removal of all parasitic humans so that the noble animals can live free in a utopia of peace and harmony?
• Old Grump – Ok.

A knock is heard at the door. Busty Foxxx, a buxom young lass with nondiscriminating taste enters wearing a feathered Mardi Gras mask, a Rusty thong, and nothing else. She is riding a panther bareback.

• Busty Foxxx – I’m here to do you, I mean, to do your books.
• Nappy – Hey look. A girl.
• Busty Foxxx– That’s right. I’m your new CPA, and let's just say I operate on the cash method.
• Squealy- I’m afraid our organization actually operates on the accrual method, but it was nice of you to stop by.
• Busty Foxxx– Don’t you guys know how this works. Everything I say involves sexual double entendre.
• Bucky – Oh, then could you please fuck me a beer out of the fridge.
• Old Grump – While you’re up, fetch me the piss bucket.

Busty returns with beers and the piss bucket.

• Busty Foxxx– Ok, now where were we. Ask me what “CPA” stands for.
• Snoballs – Could I take a quick look at your teeth?
• Nappy - Did I mention that I am a doctor?
• Bucky- Here, hold this between your breasts.
• Busty Foxxx- You idiots couldn’t get laid by a pro during a porno shoot.

Busty Foxxx masturbates for just long enough, then leaves.

• Bucky - ok where were we , oh yes, why don’t you sing us a revolutionary song about it.
• Old Grump – Why don’t you eat my sterk.
• Bucky – Fine, I’ll sing the revolutionary song..
  
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