Once upon a time there was a stepmother named Cindermother who cared for her bratty step children. They were awful twerps. Always demanding their way, and presents. They never said thank you and threw tantrums.
Cindermother would discipline them when they were naughty and still be kind and loving to them. She worked hard to make ends meet, take care of the house, and bless the stepchildren. The little punks would make messes though and not clean them up and steal from Cindermother to buy lollipops.
One Sunday night Cindermother was fed up with the snots. She was crying even though dancing with the stars was on she was so depressed by the stepchildren. Then all of a sudden a bright light flashed in the backyard. She went out to see what it was. A fantastic looking man with thick brown hair, rippling muscles, a silk V neck shirt that pirates would wear, a smile that caused traffic accidents and a wand stood in the middle of the yard.
“Who are you?” asked Cindermother.
“I’m your fairy godhunk.” said the fairy godhunk. I’m here to grant you a wish.
“Oh that’s wonderful!” beamed Cindermother. “Could you do something about stepchildren? Make them behave, stop getting detentions at school, and be so naughty?”
“Nope,” replied the fairy godhunk. “They’re rotten eggs.”
“Oh” Cindermother slumped like a hunchback.
“Instead we’ll leave them and go travel the world with these cruise tickets I have.” said the fairy godhunk holding up the tickets and flashing a winning smile that woke the neighbors who thought it was a semi truck light beam.
“What the hey” shrugged Cindermother. The fairy godhunk waved his wand and a red corvette appeared. They jumped in and drove off. They left the stepchildren who from then on had to live off spinach, liver, and really bitter grapefruit that would squirt them in the eye.
And so kids the lesson of the story is you better behave so your parents don’t leave you.
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