One of the pitfalls of being anonymously pseudonymous is that nobody knows where to write to you. But we do have some loyal commenters, who are themselves anonymously pseudonymous, or just anonymous. Unfortunately, the only way we can write back is to do it here.
Anonymous asks: "By the way, why does it always say 'we' when you post?"
Smarter Hogville responds: We suppose you've never heard of the "royal We," as in Queen Victoria saying, perhaps apocraphyally, "We are not amused" and referring only to herself. But in our case, we use "we" because we are plural. More specifically, this blog is the result of a collaboration.
Anonymous complains: "'Just deserts' - a new saying coined by legal experts at 'Smarter' Hogville. Nevermind the 'Just desserts' saying, we like deserts better..."
Smarter Hogville responds: It really wasn't necessary to give us eight selected definitions of "desert" to get the point across. It was also gratuitous to say "'Smarter' Hogville you (plural) are certainly not." But, as it turns out, we were right, as usual, and in a moment, we will prove why we are, in fact, Smarter Hogville. But first we have to wonder what on earth might have given the commenter the impression that we were "legal experts."
The term "just deserts" may be a bit trite, but it doesn't have much to do with an arid, barren place or anything to do with a sweet treat. To quote the American Heritage Dictionary:
When Shakespeare says in Sonnet 72, "Unless you would devise some virtuous lie,/To do more for me than mine own desert," he is using the word desert in the sense of "worthiness; deserving," a word perhaps most familiar to us in the plural, meaning "something that is deserved," as in the phrase just deserts. This word goes back to the Latin word dēservīre, "to devote oneself to the service of," which in Vulgar Latin came to mean "to merit by service." Dēservīre is made up of dē-, meaning "thoroughly," and servīre, "to serve." Knowing this, we can distinguish this desert from desert, "a wasteland," and desert, "to abandon," both of which go back to Latin dēserere, "to forsake, leave uninhabited," which is made up of dē-, expressing the notion of undoing, and the verb serere, "to link together." We can also distinguish all three deserts from dessert, "a sweet course at the end of a meal," which is from the French word desservir, "to clear the table." Desservir is made up of des-, expressing the notion of reversal, and servir (from Latin servīre), "to serve," hence, "to unserve" or "to clear the table."
So, we hope this clears up for our anonymous commenter any confusion over what was meant. And all this talk of dessert has made us hungry for some ice cream.
100 comments:
That's a lovely rebuttal...yet the fact remains we (ie the plural you and me, myself) are the only two people here.
You should post some of this incredible genius on a site like Hogville, where it will actually be read by someone other than you, me and Ed Bethune.
actually, i'm here too, and i'm not you, smarter hogville, or ed bethune
One of the collaborators of this site certainly looks to have the butt flu in person. Likely a result of some vicious teabagging at Toad Suck whilst at Hendrixxxxxx.
Who don't like balls?
tprewitt dont like no balls....just sayin
I dip my penii in ice cream.
CHunky ice cream.
mormonfinger is pleased with the recent efforts of SH. And shocked at the continuing idiocy of DH.
Ed Bethune once up and whupped Willie Ames' ass for a Chocodile.
Not the "Eight Is Enough" Willie Ames, but the "Charles In Charge" Willie Ames.
When does Clean and Sober Woopig debut?
I love Chocodiles. And steak. But being fisted against my will? No thank you!
bongs and porn forever, motherfucker.
ooooh, cryptic.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
Many many years ago there lived a king. A king known far and wide as King Ed Bethune. Ed was a very intelligent man, one who spent countless hours involved in the chess match that had become Razorback athletics.
His favorite time of the day was the two hours he spent musing on line at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor where he surfed via their free WiFi connection. He’d eat Butter Pecan Ice Cream and flirted with the waitress.
But back home things weren’t so good. King Ed had a son, someone spurned by his father’s incessant love for all things hog…and all things hogville. Though not quite as intelligent as his father, he was indeed smart enough to orchestrate a great plot in order to gain revenge against the king. So one day the prince, and his trusted dog Sam, set off to create an exact duplicate of hogville.
They rigged the booth at the Rand Pie Shoppe and Massage Parlor (he needed Sam’s help) and secretly redirected all hogville links to “smarter” hogville in hopes that his father wouldn’t realize it.
But despite the catchy name, smarter hogville simply couldn’t fool old King Ed. He caught on pretty quickly, and when he saw his son’s name written on the bathroom wall along with the palace’s number he realized his own blood had tried to manipulate him.
Not too long after the prince was hung for treason and King Ed, the dog Sam and all in the kingdom lived happily ever after.
The moral of the story…it can say smarter all it wants, but in the end all you get is one poorly hung Bethune.
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