The Question

By: Joe Oxford

    The nobleness of the lady was not found on that fate filled day. Oh (long drawn out heavy sigh) how the people wished she had never asked Don Johnson such a fruitless question.

    "Well, are you going to answer the fucking question or not?" she asked in an offending yet well deserved snarl.

    Don, who remembered how she had asked him his age almost three years ago, only smiled and made funny gurgling noises. Don hated riddles! He urinated freely in his pants as a crowd of fifty or more people gathered around him. He went on to tell them a reoccurring story of a man who knew the ripeness of his virgin sister. The question went unanswered forever!!!!!!!

THE END