"Ahhhhhh" screamed prince bob as the sun hit his eyes in the morning. As he was from Iceland it was a regular occurrence for it to be sunny at 2 o'clock in the morning.
"Thats it, i've had enough" Screamed the young prince. He went down stairs for breakfast - readybrek - how he loved the stuff - central heating for kids. In Iceland you needed all the central heating you could get - it wasn't called Iceland for nothing you know.
"I'm going to Czechoslovakia" said the prince.
"What is it with you lot?" shreiked his mother,
"always wanting to go abroad and eat foreigners"
"But mamma, i do not want to eat the czechoslovakians, i want to work with computers."
"That is impossible" said his father
"i have irritable bowel syndrome" (his father also liked to jabber on about his medical conditions)
"yes father i know" replied the prince.
After 2001 years of arguing the prince was ready to go to the Czech republic.
When he arrived, he realised it was full of foreigners.
"This place is shite" said the prince to the first dog he met.
He went straight back to Iceland and vowed never to leave his bedroom ever again.
Then, one day. BANG. BANG. SMACK.
"open up little Icelandic boy" said a familar voice, it was an angry Czech.
"My country is shite, ya?"
"i will be forced to kill you now, pathetic excuse for a retarded antelope"
"ok" said the prince.
so he did.
The prince's remains festered for weeks on end entil his father cleaned them up with one of his adult nappies.
Get back from there, but how you find a freak beneath a bush, no. it was Bob. |
