DungeonmasterCal
First Post
A drill seargent in the army of a powerful warlord had had enough of his completely lackluster archery squads. "Six weeks ago, I welcomed you maggots into the most feared archery unit in the kingdom, the Farley's Fighting Baboons! I broke you down and built you up, but to what end? You are the sorriest lot of archers I've ever seen! You couldn't hit the broad side of a barn! You are completely unteachable! I'm surprised any of you even know which end of the arrow points to the enemy!! Even our mascot, Mr. Snickers, can shoot better than you!!!"
As he paused to catch his breath, one of the privates raised his hand. "WHAT!?!" the drill seargent screamed.
"Seargent, how can you say we're so awful? We've practiced and practiced. I know we're not that great, but how can you compare us to the monkey?"
Taking a deep breath, the seargent looked the private straight in the eye and barked, "The monkey learned to aim better!!!"
Well, that's the best I got. Comedy is not pretty.
As he paused to catch his breath, one of the privates raised his hand. "WHAT!?!" the drill seargent screamed.
"Seargent, how can you say we're so awful? We've practiced and practiced. I know we're not that great, but how can you compare us to the monkey?"
Taking a deep breath, the seargent looked the private straight in the eye and barked, "The monkey learned to aim better!!!"
Well, that's the best I got. Comedy is not pretty.