Thursday, October 20, 2011

In Dedication to Mr. Roberts

I first met the acquaintance of Mr. Percival Roberts on the dreariest of dreary April days. His long tailed coat was, as always, immaculate; far superior to rags which, I’m not ashamed to say, I wore to the occasion. The first words he and I would ever speak were not most pleasant. I was a famished, sickly, meager soul who saw a beacon shining through my misery. “Mr. Roberts,” I began, begging at his feet, “Might you help a poor man eat today?” His face showed immeasurable contempt. “Be gone, filth!” he spat, pushing me to the ground and going on his not-so-merry way. I never forgot the occasion. Nor would I remain as destitute. Through perseverance and a little luck, I fought my way to higher ranks. It came to be in time, my standing equaled Mr. Roberts even. Thus, when he passed away the local gazette asked if I might dedicate a word or two to the late, departed industrialist. I looked deep and gave them three: fuck that guy.


  1. I looked deep and gave them three.

    I LOVE IT! My new fall back flip off. Thanks Ben!

  2. haha:) me ha encantado Ben, escribes genial^^

  3. Marion: Glad the humor came across :)

    Annie Em: A lovely three words :D

    Pitufina: Gracias, amigo ;)

  4. LMAOO!!! This is BRILLIANT! xD
    I couldn't stop laughing, especially at the last two lines x)


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