I have to save my ass

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There was a man who had an ass. If you are wondering what is the big deal with a man having an ass?




The donkey was advancing in age. Now stop smiling and read on.


Now the man used his ass to carry him to the market to sell firewood, as he was a good man he realized that his ass would not be able to carry much weight so when he rode the ass he kept his bundle of firewood on his head. PAUSE and hold that thought.


CUT to another man, he was also a good man and since he did not have an ass, his donkey was replaced by his trusty two-wheeler. Now he did not sell fire wood but he worked on computers so he carried his tool of his trade, his laptop with him to his work place every day in his laptop bag and since his two wheeler was weak he carried it on his back. RESUME.


Actually hold that thought again, some of you may take offense that there are only good men around so there was a good lady who also had an ass that went by the cute name of “Scooty” and she carried some things to her work place every day and being a good lady kept all these things in a large bag and slung it on one shoulder. RESUME.


Everyone lived happily ever after.


THE END.




Epilogue: The good man was found in the waiting room of the best orthopaedic   





P.S. The story behind the title

Princess Fiona: Where are you going? The exit's over there!
Shrek: [going to save Donkey] Well, I have to save my ass.
Princess Fiona: [shocked] What kind of knight ARE you?
Shrek: One of a kind.



Comments

  1. Stfu10:36 am

    good good great. loved the style, and random thoughts too...loved the epilogue, PS too.( i like PS three also, but thats irrelevant)

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  2. S. Susan Deborah11:06 am

    Seriously this was lost on me. Perhaps being a bit slow, this escaped me. Please the explain.

    Joy always,
    Susan

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  3. Vadapoche11:08 am

    @Shubham: Thank you

    @susan deborah: not seen folks carrying a heavy laptop bag on their backs when they ride a bike? Would it not be simpler to keep the bag on the bike and spare the back?

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  4. S. Susan Deborah5:52 pm

    That's it? I thought that was too straightforward. Gosh, me!

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