In my country, they called me The Vlad Father. It is funny joke, ha ha, and I laugh. Yes, I am a fan of the jokes. The jesters would come to me, one by one, and some would make Vlad giggle. Others would fail miserably, and for them Vlad had joke of his own: What do you call jester who is black, blue and dead all over? You! Ha ha. It is funny because it is true. But there came time when Vlad’s brand of humor was no longer welcomed, and so he sneak across borders and find himself here, in America, where everyone is jester. Hilarity abounds like the young, supple breasts of Vlad’s harem. Big jokes, little jokes, and what do you need really but a handful of jokes? Ha ha.
In my country, there were no cheeseburgers or pizza. Supersized were the buttocks of our women, and for that, Vlad had second orders. Ha ha. At dinner table, Vlad gorged on fatty slab of meat, what he called wife, Bathsheba. Ha ha. Right there on table. She did not cross borders here into America, not because she had no love for The Vlad Father, but because we had to, as you say, haul ass, and when Bathsheba haul her ass, she need several trips. Ha ha. Who had time?
In my country, health care is free. Go to clinic, get shot for VD. That’s right, we shoot you in head with pistol. So perhaps not free, for what is cost of bullet? Ha ha. There is no wait, and no complaints. Our health care system is model for world, you should see. We give new meaning to open up wide, for several doctors like to go to back door for knock-knock joke. Ice cream, you scream, and orange you glad he has small banana. Ha ha.
Oh, they say we are brutes without hearts, but in freezer there are several, of every shape and size. You got bad heart, Vlad got good heart, or kidney, whatever you need, my friend. We even run special: two eyes for price of one. In America you are wasteful. In my country, we harvest, and patch up like new again. Lonely men buy the most lovely and perfect brides, who cannot speak without tongue, or eat without belly. Sure, in time they smell, like normal living wife, ha ha. Vlad makes no promise of rose garden, so push her in, pull her in, drag her in, and Vlad exchange decomposing flesh for less decomposing flesh. The key word being flesh, my advice to get them while they are hot like pancakes. Ha ha.
When I was boy, I had a puppy. He was delicious. Ha ha.
But now I am man in America, where treasury give Vlad staples, and this list of Craig give Vlad women. Neighbors sniff air, and ask what Vlad is cooking. It is Sarah from 3B. Everyone said she had fresh ideas, and this is true, tasty and moist also her brains. We have dinner party, and John from 2A, picking his teeth, says, “No, really, why isn’t Sarah here?”
My freezer is becoming full again, like back in my country. Soon, Vlad will have blow-out sale on the Ebay. Get orders in now, these prices are crazy, and will not last.
Yes, Vlad like new country, where everyone feeds like tick on ass of deer. Sure, deer will die, but we harvest organs, patch up like new, and send to China, where they already own on layaway. In meantime, bon appetite, my friends, and may Vlad bless America.
You are welcome!