@JGoldman10,
A man once went on a journey and before doing so entrusted two of his slaves with a certain sum of money. The first slave started writing a comic for grown-ups with foul mouthed tv presenters, sexist Geordies and men with unfeasably large testicles. The comic was a great success, and made huge amounts of money, everyone liked it, everyone that is, except the second slave, who called it pornographic because the big testicle drawings made him feel all hot and sweaty. He resolved to do better.
The second slave went to the market place and began shouting out to people, asking for ideas. And the people gave very generously of their ideas, but none of them were ever good enough for the second slave, (who couldn't stop thinking about those unfeasably large testicles.) When people gave their ideas to the slave he would scream and shout at them, calling them 'ungodly' and 'uncircumcised Philistines.' People would walk past quickly and protect their children from the pathetic screaming madman.
Many years passed, (and I mean many, at least ten, or it could be a hundred or even a million, if lifespans permitted) and the master returned home. The first slave showed his master the, now internationally renowned, cheeky comic, and the master chuckled at the tales of testicular tomfoolery. He praised his slave, 'Truly you have brought laughter into the hearts of many with your tales of Fat Slags and Fuckwits, thou hast done well.'
The second slave had frittered all of his money on sandwiches and glossy pictures of chinese girls, and wasted all his time on 'research' (shouting). After (insert figure here) years he had still not produced a single drawing, and had pissed everyone off in the market place. The master was furious and spoke to the second slave, (who tried to play the race card.) 'In faith, thou art nought but a ******* useless ****, now **** off and die you bigotted little twat.'
And there was much rejoicing throughout the land when the second slave did just that.
