The Mission

Good evening assholes and assholettes whom i respect, i am writing this while drooling so intensely with sarcasm a bucket is overflowing. It has been a while since anything was posted here, i hope reading blogs of  other attention seekers on the internet helped you through these tough and barren times. One thing worthy of a mention is that  Roax started his 68th spell as a part-time worker yesterday and ended it on the same day, turned out the job required him to actually do things and he couldn't handle it.

A bucket of sarcasm.

For the past 2 months, we have been in Zhenxunalia, a small remote nation in the Northernmost point of the Earth. We were actually personally summoned by the king of Zhenxunalia, Mohammad Zenzen al-Xunni to a rescue mission.

King Mohammad Zenzen al-Xunni with his phone while shopping for towels to clean his ass.

We were not told precisely what we were rescuing, until we met the king face-to-face, it was obvious that we were going to rescue his brain. We came to that particular conclusion after we found out that of all the king's 25 wives, 4 of them were goats and the others were inanimate objects or plants. He also practises photosynthesis once in a while thinking it can save bread money.

Wedding portrait of the king and a tree 35 years ago.

A more intimate wedding photo.

There was no way we could have found something that never existed, and we were going to be executed had we fail the mission, so we just tricked him into thinking Z. Hensun (male), our donkey had a thing for him and it was all because of his low intellect. We then offered him our donkey's hooves in inter-species gay marriage and it was accepted, it was the most joyous moment in all our lives.

We then murdered the king and took Z. Hensun back, next in line for the throne was his brother, the mentally challenged Joey. 

Joey, not willing to have his appearance exposed.